The lilies.. They have always been my favourite flowers. When I was a child, my mother made tiaras out of them for me. I would wear them on my head, pretending to be a princess. But then, she left. I never saw her again. Nor did I ever wear a tiara ever again. The bell rang and he entered the shop. For once, I could not take my eyes off him. But when I realized how unkempt I looked, I took to my heels and hid behind the flowers that lay on the table. “Well, how may I help you Sir?” I asked. “Err…Can I just look around?” People came to florists to buy flowers. There was nothing to look at. “I mean, if you don’t mind. I’m a photographer actually. And, I want to click pictures of you. Sorry. Of your flowers I mean.” He looked and me and grinned. I would think that he was a stalker, but then I wouldn’t mind having some company around. “Sure.” I said, and turned away from him, before he could ask me any more questions. “Just, just don’t touch any of the flowers.” I quickly added and
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ReplyDeleteHey, im good thanks. Howz you?
ReplyDeleteYeah people are annoying :|
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Your welcome. My plans are to put up the tree without bringing down the house and reflect on God's perfect sacrifice. How about you?
ReplyDeletethanks! it reminded me so much of him :)
ReplyDeleteand i like this poem too! it was great! :D
that somehow reminds me of sixteen candles from the 1980s or something... great movie... hmm... i think u shud probally change the title... just a self opinion that is...
ReplyDeletethat was really good, thanks, sry about that, i'll explain in a post
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