Her: What a terrible feeling it is, right?
Him: What?
Her: Love. What a terrible feeling love is. It is like wanting to pluck a very lovely flower in the midst of wild grasses, but you couldn't because if you pluck it, it might die. So you do nothing but gaze at it.
Him: Do you mean plainly that you are afraid to love someone because you're afraid to lose him eventually? And so you just look at him and never tell him what you feel?
Her: Things become more terrible when you put them plainly, e?
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FLOWERS TOO HAVE STORIES TO TELL
Short StoryYou are the flower I saw last spring amidst roses and greens. A collection of short conversations that will make you fall in love with flowers and yourself. Be tender as a flower and strong like it that is capable to bloom even after the storm.
