I never believed in flowers. I never understood the pathetic magic that surrounds it. I remember reading poems, essays, articles about flowers – talking about how beautiful they are, how essential they are to a man and a woman’s life. I remember hearing an old folk song about flowers and I said, “Whatever, old song, old culture”.
It’s really not that I hate flowers; it is simply because of the fact that I don’t care. Flowers are just plant parts, in fact if I remember it correctly, they are even a mistake in evolution (correct me if I am wrong, I never said that I am an expert in botany, not even biology).
I remember reading a blog entry by this pretty girl about how delightful she was when she received a flower from the guy living next door. The blog was really cheesy, mushy and all yet I read it, not because of the content but maybe because the girl was really pretty. She was petite, blonde, big eyes, red rose lips if I may say. Who can refuse hearing what’s on her mind, I mean if she is single and I will have a chance to court, I will. Well honestly, I would not care if she is not single, forgive me but that’s how irresistible she is, or that just how I was attracted to her.
Then life goes on for me, until one day a new neighbor came upon my house next door. Fate is really trying to screw me, and if you’re thinking who that new neighbor might be, you are correct, she is that new neighbor! The girl with a blog is my new neighbor!
And so come what made I said to myself, I will not let this chance to pass without her noticing me. So then I decided that this is the time for me to start embracing flowers, literally. This is all because of her. I’m a man of dreams and ambition, and I don’t care eating my words for my dream. She was my dream.
So I searched where I can get flowers, I look for stores downtown but I simply cannot find that one bouquet of flowers in full blossom that can perhaps melt her heart. I looked for days and night and when the last of my hopes is gone, I stumble upon the site: www.e-florist-inc.com. That is where I saw the most beautiful dozen of red roses I have seen in my
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