ichi-go ichi-e

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I am a horrible writer, but hopefully you guys can get the gist of what I'm trying to go for and that you enjoy whatever this is <3 -a

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Dandelions.

She hands the man a bouquet of yellow and white dandelions, with her pearly white teeth beaming at him. This was his third time coming to her shop, buying flowers for what i assume is for his significant other.

He must truly love them that much to buy them that many flowers or fucks up one two many times and tries to make up for it. Either way, it's such a cute gesture. He didn't need to put in the effort to buy these flowers, and yet he still tries and it's the thought that counts right ?

Maybe it's cause he's aware that you don't come across love that easily, and is trying to do whatever he can to hold onto that love. Maybe he's just afraid that he'll lose something that he probably won't ever find again. But that sounds kind of dramatic if you ask me.

Now walking to his car, he leaves her behind; but she's still smiling at him while he now drives away. Are you always this cheerful to your customers when making a sale ? Her smile dies down shortly after he is long gone, now walking towards a table, to what I assume to rearrange the many plants that were scattered around throughout the flat surface, again.

She does that often, I guess she sometimes prefers the smaller plants with the smaller ones, while the bigger ones with the big. It kind of looks nicer, now that I look closely at it.

It had only been a couple days since I've first noticed her and I can't help but think, what is it about her that gives me so much muse ? I can't help but feel this fascination towards her and I can't figure out why. Why is she so appealing to me ? Why does she feel so different from the others?

Letting out a deep yet frustrated sigh, I sit back against my computer chair. This'll eat me alive if I don't let out whatever it is I'm feeling.

I quickly go through my drawers to find my journal and a pen. I used to doodle on the pages if I were bored and couldn't figure out what to do, but lately I've found myself writing my thoughts or feelings down if they were ever troubling me.

In this case, if I didn't write about her, she would be in my mind all day.

Bringing the pen close to the blank sheet of paper, I think for a moment. how do I write about someone that I don't even know? My tongue slightly stuck out while I began to think of what I could possibly write. I don't know anything about her, but I want to. It was like, an invisible hook that latched onto me the second I saw her. She had to be the closest thing to an angel.

While in the process of thinking, I couldn't help but glance over again at the brunette. She was so breathtaking.

I couldn't help but smile at her beauty. If only I could ever build up the courage to say something, or even approach her. Writing about her or not, she would still cloud through my mind.

Looking down at my paper once more,
I began to write.

You're like a star, shining so bright and effortlessly. I can't help but look from afar. I think to myself, how can i be so fond of a twinkling dot? I begin to wonder if there'll ever be a day where I gain the courage to reach higher than the cosmos and join the stars to shine bright with you.

Satisfied with what I came up with, a small smile grew upon my face.

Maybe one day she'll see me and think I'm a star too.