i think about the day we met.

you were sitting on a tree stump,

at a small pond that not many knew of.

but you and i, we knew.

you were sitting there,

admiring the flowers that surrounded the pond.

i remember you always loved flowers.

their beauty.

their different, yet sweet scents.

the fact that each one has a different meaning.

you called me your favorite flower.

can i do the same?