Flowers are Love

A few days may have already passed and I still flash a silly smile whenever I’m reminded of the bouquet of flowers he gave me last week. I don’t normally bother with arranging the flowers I receive but his were an exception. Had to purchase a new vase for those white tulips. Even with my mediocre skills on flower arrangement (indeed I require training on this one) I still managed to come up with a good enough piece of work which I insist on being worthy enough to be allowed as the centerpiece of the dining table.

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My sister asked me why I receive flowers from lovers during this month when all she receives from her boyfriend are items that can’t possibly convey the same thing that flowers stand for. This year the boyfriend got headphones for her iPod among other things. The gift closest to a flower she received for Valentine’s would be the huge white Toblerone with a red rose print. Her boyfriend thinks that flowers are a waste of money considering how long they last.

Sister: How come you’re the one getting flowers all the time?

Me: Because I’m pretty… And you’re handsome so you only get electronic gadgets and accessories.

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Peter: You’re one of the few guys I know who likes receiving flowers from someone…

I know I may not look it but I don’t mind flowers for Hearts month or any other month. Flowers are beautiful.

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When he came by the house I stepped out to help him unload his things. Found the bouquet of white tulips at the back next to his bags. I asked him who they were for and he answered they were mine. By the time we got to my room I asked him the third time who the flowers were for, unconvinced with his previous answers because the whole thing was unexpected.

I didn’t think he was the type. Turns out I was wrong.

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Flowers are love.

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