Do you love flowers?

Do you love flowers? Oh, I do, love them very much. Do you see how beautiful it is when flowers take place in every aspects of your life? Every stages you have and will go through, you will meet some flowers, they are always there. Eheh, let's see. When you were a little kid, flowers are what you heard people talking about. They told you that flowers are beautiful, your dad takes care of some in his garden, your mom took pictures in her vacation with flowers too. Then you know, flowers sure are one of the prettiest nature beauties. "Love is patient, love is kind", and now you know love is also a flower. But the more interesting thing about love are the lovers, as they are different kind of flowers in love. There is a tender and pretty person with bad scars or horns that could harm you, but when you love them the right way, accept their weakness, you got yourself a rose; there is a person love deeply, loyal, and elegant. You may feel exhausted for their behaviour, but if you don't appreciate it, you will realize they will shed faster than any other flowers. O, you got yourself a Camellia. The point is, the way you treat your flower in love will color your world. In the old abandoned house when you walked by at your 20s, you may see some fake flowers. They are still pretty, colourful, but fake, but they prove that this house was somewhere some people love to come by and live, and laugh, and leave. They demonstrate that time, doesn't wait for anyone. Memories will hurt, but the time you spent with them, you are happy about it, aren't you? Fake flowers are like memories, it can't change, it can't continue, but it will be there for you. In your 40s, you may want to give up, your job is stressful and the people are bad. However, when you got lost in a desert, you may find that one flower on the cactus, that's you and also everyone else struggling. Even in hardship, it can still turn into a flower, as it always should. In the end of your life, when you close your eyes forever, you don't know that even when you make people hate you, someone will come to your grave at any day and put on it flowers. See? Flowers, still present in your life after everything. It's beautiful. Miraculous. And somehow, sadly, I can't never get out of this feeling and mindset again. There's one flower my beloved named me, he called me a white lily, cute isn't it? Now I only I wish I could turn into a white lily.