A love letter to fresh flowers.

 Some people fall in love with places.

Some fall in love with people.

And then there are people like me who fall in love with flowers.

Fresh flowers are not just decorations.  They are tiny celebrations of life. A bouquet in my hands feels like holding a piece of the sky, the earth, and the sunshine all at once. 

 Each petal whispers a story , Each fragrance carries a memory. 

I am the kind of person who slows down to admire roadside blossoms. Who smiles at a random daisy growing between cracks in the pavement. Who believes that flowers don't need a reason to be beautiful. 

Flowers teach me many things.

   They bloom without competing.

   They stand tall without arrogance.

   They fade without complaining.

Their life is short, yet they give their best colours while they can. And maybe that's the lesson to live fully, beautifully and gently even if the moment is brief.

As the fresh flower lover , I don't just admire them. I feel them.