i remember you gave me red luscious blooms that generated envy from other girls but nonchalance from me, because theirs paled in comparison while i wasnt feeling too impressed about the standard fare.
i remember the dizzying pride i felt when people swooned over the bouquet, because i was the only one in the office who received flowers.
i remember the silly you who paid an additional 20 bucks for more ferns so that the florist would deliver the bouquet.
i remember the multi-coloured bouquet we wrapped together.
i remember the gigantic white rose that huiru thought was fake.
i remember my frustration with transient beauty each time; big rare breeds or small common breeds, they are all reduced to a withered state ultimately.
i remember my lack of appreciation; they came too often, but really i was just disappointed that you didnt fold some that i could keep forever.
i remember the sunflower that never came; the only one real flower i asked for.
i wonder if you remember too, all these and more..