Just because.

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I love flowers.

They bloom, they’re beautiful, and they don’t last forever.

Affection received as a gesture, I’ll kiss your cheek pink.

I want to be chosen without needing to earn the moment.

I want to be remembered in the middle of nothing.

Give me my flowers.

I like you. And I was thinking of you when I didn’t have to be.

And you matter all the time.

I think about it, and giggle, throwing my feet in the air.

I am not in a hurry to love.

I just want to be held in the smallest details.

Let’s have a Sunday, walking through the park, petals under our feet.

The part where you take a single bloom and tuck it into my hair.

And you said, “I need to come see you more often so you’d always think of me.”

But the flowers will die eventually, because time keeps ticking.

And in every stroke of the second hand, you flicker in my mind.

The moon does not tell me why.

The stars avoid my eyes, hiding behind clouds.

Maybe they are shy, because I plan to give you your flowers too.

Just because…

If it keeps blooming, then I won’t be the one to cut it short.

This feeling is real, even if it doesn’t last forever.

Give me my flowers.

Not because I am a woman.

Just because…

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