Perfect mourning

A girl wakes up to knockin on her front door. She looks who it is and it is her boyfriend.

girl: mourning. you should have called so i could get ready

boy: why do u need to get ready u are already the most beautiful person i have ever seen
(the boy hands her a rose)

girl: i wish yu could see how sweet yu are

boy: i dont have any wishes casue they all came true the dayy that i met you