Well, since there’s no card, I can’t say who is sending me flowers, or why. I’m not a mind-reader, though it is a little suspicious that the flowers are inside the apartment – where I live alone, and virtually no-one else has access or keys.
Not to mention that they got past the security alarm.
There’s a lot of pale colouring; I get the sense of wistfulness. Looking at them, I have the idea that the sender is thinking “I miss you.”