randoms;

There's a beautiful flower on the kitchen counter.
You adore its simple but grand beauty.
Its purpose is to please you.
Sometimes you're busy with your life,
and you could walk by it thirty times without batting an eyelid at it.
The flower begins to wilt.
So you water it, make sure it's in the sunlight.
It becomes beautiful once again.
Then again, you go too long without tending to it,
and the flower shrivels up.
You're sad.
so you gave it extra attention, care, water, sunlight.
Too late.
Dead.

the name of that flower is Love.


i love this story. :D
-pl.