He sent me flowers.

Flowers - I love flowers. They bear so much beauty and happiness in them, they are so pure and simple, yet carry so much meaning. I love getting flowers, I get them from my family and friends, on birthdays or random occasions. But something I've always wished for was getting flowers from a special guy. I've never gotten flowers from a guy - until last Friday.

My boyfriend stood in front of my door with a big bunch of flowers in his hands. You have no idea how big my smile was. I was always smelling them and looking at them and smiling like crazy. He made me so happy with just a simple thing like flowers. He always makes me happy but that was so special to me. Just like when he didn't tell me where we went and took me to an old castle ruin at night to look at the city lights. It's the small things that matter.

Now the flowers are standing next to me - still as beautiful as a week ago. I wonder if they ever wither.

But you know what. I'll never let the flowers wither, for neither will our love. I'm going to dry them so I can have them forever - my very first bunch of flowers from that very special someone who I never want to lose. He said it won't be the only flowers I will get from him. I'm excited. I'm happy. I'm in love. With him. Since day one. Forever. I love him.




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Love - love is pure and love is free. Love is for everyone and love is for me. => lmao idk I just texted that and felt like posting it </weirdness>