“not all flowers survive when we water them, not all flowers grow bigger, not all of them grow prettier... Aren't we just watering our hopes? Us, that water flowers that might never be?" He whispered and I felt his warm breath against my cheek. “i deem that beautiful flowers will grow anyway even if we don't water them. But aren't flowers who grow in the vast desert the prettiest?" I whispered looking down   “Then can you be my daisy?" ...