I got so many flowers, because people think that they’re my favorite. People also think that my heart has been broken. Not by you, you would never do that. I know you.

In my last poem, I wrote “...maybe a few petals have wilted.” Well, I realize that these beautiful flowers will not live for forever, just as we probably wouldn’t last for forever. But!! As the petals of our young love have wilted, I have hope in the blooming season yet to come.