One thing about me?
When I love someone, I become emotionally attached to the smallest things connected to them.
And honestly…
sometimes I think you never fully understood that
It was a normal university day.
During break, we were sitting at our usual spot together, talking about random things like always.
And in my hand, I was holding one of the flowers you had given me earlier.
Well…
technically it wasn't even a proper flower anymore
It had completely dried.
The petals looked tired, the color had faded, and it was clearly fighting for survival.
But to me?
It was precious.
Because YOU had given it to me.
Meanwhile you looked at it once and immediately said:
"This is completely dried."
And before I could even react—
YOU THREW IT AWAY
I went silent for two seconds trying to process the betrayal.
Then immediately:
"WHY WOULD YOU THROW IT???"
And you looked at me like I was being unreasonable.
"It was dried what were you even going to do with it?"
Sir.
The point was NEVER the flower.
The point was that it came from YOU.
But how was I supposed to explain that without sounding completely insane?
"Sometimes people don't understand that when feelings are deep, even tiny things become emotionally important."
And honestly?
Maybe normal people don't get emotionally attached to dried flowers.
But when you love someone deeply, even their smallest efforts start feeling special.
For you—
it was just a dried flower.
For me—
it was precious
And maybe that's why it hurt a little when you threw it away so casually.
Because I protect everything related to you far more carefully than I should.
You noticed I was still upset and finally sighed dramatically like you were dealing with the most difficult person alive.
"Okay fine. Let's go eat something."
So we went to the food court together and ordered food.
I was still pretending to stay angry while secretly already calming down.
And meanwhile you kept trying to make me laugh on purpose.
Then suddenly two students came near us selling tiny flower bouquets.
Cute little bouquets with roses wrapped in soft paper.
And the SECOND you saw them, I could literally see your brain connecting the situation
You looked at the bouquets.
Then at me.
Then again at the bouquets like:
"Yeah… I definitely messed up."
And before I could even say anything—
you bought one for me.
A tiny bouquet.
With two beautiful red roses.
And honestly?
The moment you handed it to me, my anger disappeared immediately
Because HOW was I supposed to stay angry after that???
You looked at me with the funniest expression ever and asked:
"Happy now?"
And instead of replying properly, I just sat there smiling so hard like an idiot.
Actually no—
not smiling.
Showing full teeth
"Maybe love is just two people learning how to fix each other's small sadnesses."
The funniest thing is—
you probably bought that bouquet just to replace the flower you threw away.
But somehow…
that tiny effort meant so much to me.
Because it showed me that even if you didn't always understand my feelings—
you still cared enough to make me smile again.
And after going home that day?
I took SO MANY pictures of those roses like they were some national treasure.
Different angles.Different lighting.Full emotional photoshoot
And then carefully—
very carefully—
I kept them safely.
And honestly?
They're still with me.
Maybe someday the flowers will completely dry too.
Maybe time will change everything eventually.
But the feeling attached to that moment?
I don't think my heart will ever let go of it.
Because sometimes love isn't hidden inside huge grand gestures.
Sometimes—
it exists inside silly little moments like replacing a dead flower with two roses just to make someone smile again.
And maybe that's exactly why that memory still feels so warm in my heart.
Because it was cute.Funny.Childish.
But full of love in its own quiet way.