“I might buy her flowers. But if I love her, I’ll write her a story. After all, what good are flowers when you can create a universe just for her.”- Unknown
If you ever are brave and wise enough to unconditionally love me, understand this.
The basics will never shake me.
If you buy me flowers, I will undoubtedly appreciate your gesture yet my mind will wish that you hadn’t purchased something that had to be plucked from its root and cut just to die on my window ledge.
If you truly wish to be the reason my soul quivers,
Paint that flower.
Hell, paint me a whole field of them.
However you choose to paint this picture- with word or with strokes from a brush-
You show that you know me.
Know that your creativity excites me.
I crave to stretch that beautiful mind.
There’s something about a man exhibiting his raw imagination, just for me, that ignites a fire from inside out.
Make me feel something.
Reveal what I am to you.
I live for this.