a small florist shop will be nice.
Next to a train station, where communters come and go, hestitate to say a long farewell with a hug; why not buy a little daisy, to quietly tell the person how much you will miss him or her? Perhaps, it is Mother's day, Valentine's day, Father's day, or just any ordinary day, make the day special with the thought of patronizing me, while I sit there in my shop, sprinkling moisture to preserve the flowers for as long as I can. Without bothering how the world change before me, just my flowers, my soft music, and a book everyday; observing the people around me, speculate what stories their faces tell, smile if someone bothers to look in. If a hundred flowers should wither and die, I am at peace when one flower should make a person smile and forget their troubles for a while.
I've never denied that I am hopeless romantic, only because I have hardly experienced the sort of romance that leaves me breathless. The sort that fills you up and you feel as if happiness is swelling within you. If I can't have that, at least I will feel happy seeing that happen for someone else. Shouldn't we all take a short break from our mindless races and just close our eyes to feel those intangible emotions your loved ones have inexplicitly or explicitly showered us with?
With people around me getting married, I feel that we have reached a stage where the past doesn't matter anymore and what really matters is the future. I would like to move on, really. However, won't it nice too, that I don't need to move on but to remain in one place, wishing that people will be happier than me, because that will make me happy as well? I don't want to be selfish. Sometimes, being selfless can also give us happiness. And yet, that is a virtue one can never easily possess. One/I often like to escape, hoping that my disappearance will signal a future happiness for someone else. In reality, it is just cowardice to be sincere in my well wishes, to be there to truly do my utmost to make them happy. Happiness doesn't have to be one that is highly tangible, like a certificate or ROM. Happiness feels the sweetest when you are exhausted, lonely, hopeless and even wasted, and someone (or something) extends that hand of love, to drag you out of your mess. Perhaps, a flower is all we need.

need some more time to reflect on this...