She wanders through the market.
The shops and stalls are all busy. She has what she needs; her shopping is modest. She enters the section where florists put out their floral displays. She strolls slowly passed, admiring each. She sees couples doing the same. Lovers, holding hands and chatting about what they see. Their happiness shows. She sees and buys a lovely bouquet and takes it home. There, she puts water in a vase and arranges the flowers. She places them in the middle of the table in her lounge and settles into an armchair, looking at them admiringly. What a truly lovely thing, she thought, to receive these from my lover.
She sat with very fond thoughts about the lover she never had.