Flower

I really like how you treat me well. I like about anything related to you. That appeals to me. I love when you say something that makes you think of me.

He approached me. “I just bought this flower, the flower is beautiful like you.”

I just smiled in response, I was already intoxicated by his love potion. I can no longer deny that I love him very much.

“Why do you like to give me flowers?” I asked him. His sharp eyes looked at me.

“Flowers have different meanings, depending on what you want to give someone. I like to give flowers to someone because my ex-girlfriend happens to really like flowers, one of which is daisies. And you like that flower too, I feel nostalgic when I think about it.”

His hand moved across my fine mane, “you also have some similarities with her.”

He was silent, looking at me with a look that I myself don't know what that look means.

“So all this time you saw me as your ex-girlfriend?”

“Yes”