𝐄𝐇𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐒 - essence of love

27 : love, a reason to live

— ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ Hamdan's Pov :

2 years ago in New York

"Minahil Bhabi is right, you're so dumb for real, Arsal. You can't buy flowers for her here. Of course, they'll wither and wilt until we reach Canada, which is probably in 3 days," I explained, facepalming at my best friend.

"You don't know it, Hamdan. I'll drown them in water until we get back home, and then I'll give them to my beautiful wife," he said dreamily, with a gentle smile on his face.

I felt the urge to gag at my best friend being so in love. He's literally whipped cream for his wife. It's been so many years, and they have a 3-year-old son, yet my best friend acts like they're newly married lovebirds.

Marriage and love don't excite me. I have two best friends, Arsalaan and Mehran. One is married, and one is engaged.

Meanwhile, I'm still searching for my reason to live. Haha, it's funny what I just said, but that's what my friends told me, "Love is yet another reason to live."

But I don't really believe them because I think love isn't for everyone. I don't even think I'll fall for anyone because in my 28 years of life, I've never fallen for someone.

I've never experienced the feeling of love or being loved by someone.

" where are you so lost, help me pick some flowers, I'll get some for Ashan too" I was taken out of my trance by Arsalaan.

We're at a flower shop in the Local Market of New York. We came here, New York, yesterday for a casual trip. Arsalaan needed to work on his new painting, so he invited me along, and being myself, I agreed.

The fresh scent of flowers filled my nostrils, and I could smell the delightful fragrances of jasmines, roses, camellias, lilies, lilacs, bellflowers, and fresh tulips.

I reached out and touched some of the fresh flowers in the baskets. I grabbed a white rose and admired its beauty as I looked at my best friend, who was engrossed in searching for something else.

"Buy these white roses, they're so pretty," I said, but he ignored me, focused on finding a different flower in the display.

"Which one are you searching for, dumbo?" I asked, and he gave me a glare at the nickname. He always says 'only his wife can call him that'.

"Jasmines, because Minahil loves jasmine flowers, but not more than me though," he chuckled blushingly, and I rolled my eyes.

He's becoming more and more cringe every day, and it scares me to think about falling in love. What if I become all lovey-dovey and cringe once I fall for someone? Hell no!