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I'm scared of giving away flowers. There have been people who took one and stepped on it and there were those who took it without asking. It's scary, what people might do to the flowers I hold.
Then I met you, I wanted to give you a flower. I was hesitant at first but then you assured me kindly and gently that you'll take care of this flower properly. Days and weeks went by and the flower bloomed beautifully like never before. I was so thankful, so happy that I found someone who had the heart to take care of this flower I've been holding so dearly.
Maybe that was my mistake.
Months go by and I gave you more flowers. You try your best to water it everyday but there were times that you would forget. I would remind you to water it so as not to let it die and that worked for a while. Then suddenly, your garden grew more flowers, so much so that the flower I gave was hidden amongst the rest. You gave your best to make sure all the flowers were watered but mine was hidden deeply in the bushes you seem to have forgotten.
I saw my flower today and it was wilting. It's been neglected for a while now, only a sprinkle of water when it rains. When I brought it up, that seemed to be the last straw for you for some reason. Maybe I gave too many reminders? Maybe I gave you too much? You didn't seem to care if the flower died. You didn't care if it wasn't nurtured to its full potential. You no longer cared if it bloomed because now you've found other interesting flowers to take care of.
So you chucked it off the soil, and handed it back to me. "I can no longer take care of your flower, but thank you for entrusting me with it. I enjoyed the moments it was in full bloomed."
I wanted to cry but all I let out was a smile.
The flower died that day.
And it hasn't bloomed since.
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