I never say that I have favourite flower, because I truly love all flowers. But tulips. I don’t know if there is something about the memory of tulips that makes my heart ache. Cold winters in a city with tulip lined streets. My hand in yours. Innocence bleeding from eyes. I was warm in your arms. I was on fire in your hands. I don’t remember much else. Falling in love is like becoming blind and being able to see all at the same time. Falling for you was like receiving tulips every single day for the rest of my life.

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