i never like fresh flowers. i mean i like its fresh smell and its fresh colors but to have one is like killing them. its like having a death portably on your hand and like you are so proud of it that you give them to your girlfriend or to your mom. indirectly you are giving a dead flower to them. gave them death.
but that day when Iman gave me this red rose i thought it was fresh flower so i sniffed on it but actually it was a plastic one. undying love, eh?
falling in love again each time i look at that rose :-)
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