the silent visitor that comes to stay
Sometimes I wonder how love can quietly creep up on you, and before you know it, grow so abundantly in your heart. Then one day you suddenly realise it seems to have taken over you quite entirely. You've let it seed, and watered it along the way, but you don't expect it to blossom so beautifully, but it does, and it takes you by surprise and you want to sit and stare at it longingly, never willing to let it wilt, and immensely worried it might one day die. But while the sun's out and your flower's thriving in it, you know you should take as many pictures and smell it as often as you can, and not go imagining the worse. And then you look around and it seems there're quite many gloriously blooming flowers around you at the same time, and you know how proud those owners must be, and you share in their pride.
So glad for the girl who's finally found her flower, which from the looks of it, seems to be growing strong. Reminiscing the same feelings I must have felt when I was nurturing my own flower. *blushes* And looks forward to getting more secret peeks at how happy she is with hers.
and no, its not something he's done in particular. its just the general knowledge that you're being missed, and that he's come to rely on you like the morning glory that climbs up your walls that makes me beam.
So glad for the girl who's finally found her flower, which from the looks of it, seems to be growing strong. Reminiscing the same feelings I must have felt when I was nurturing my own flower. *blushes* And looks forward to getting more secret peeks at how happy she is with hers.
and no, its not something he's done in particular. its just the general knowledge that you're being missed, and that he's come to rely on you like the morning glory that climbs up your walls that makes me beam.