I gave a girl a rose today, and as I was handing her the flower I said, "Here you go." but I could have said much more. Like, "You are beautiful. Everyone loves you. Don't stop being who you are." but all I did was hand her a rose, pure and mysterious.
gravitate towards big cities crowded streets, family you never had human warmth once lacked filling up your field view so you can't see the emptiness you hide