The beauty of flowers withers fast and maybe that’s part of what makes them so precious. They’re like a beautiful yet brief kiss that lingers in the air even when they’re gone. The flowers given to me might be gone, but the memories I chose to keep last.
The moment when you showed up at my door with my favourite flowers in your hands, how they brightened up my home, I do remember everything. Of course, they were pink; just a blind or a fool would give me any other colour. I didn’t even know I had favourite flowers until I had those in my hands. Perfect moment, I caught you.
Unlike this vivid memory, there seem years that are completely gone from my mind, almost like erased. Not because something wrong happened then, but I simply stopped to care. The person that went through the stories from this time is a version of me that I left behind like shed skin. She would almost be like a stranger if we met.
It’s the opposite with the version of me who smiled at you, turned around and went looking for a vase, almost dancing with joy. I bought a lot of flowers since this happened, but every time I display them in my living room, I have to think of that one unique bouquet and how pretty it was. Not just the flowers, but the moment, the dreams, everything that came with the flowers.
I’m still the same girl, still feeling the same, because I don’t believe this was meant to wither. So I keep it alive, wishing that I’m not the only one who decided to not let go.
My Outfit
Jacket, Skirt & Jumper: Coster Copenhagen, Shirt: Vintage, Bag: Piumelli,
Sunglasses: Anna Karin Karlsson bought at Götte Optik, Shoes: Melissa, Earring: Tati’s Jewellery
Pictures: Marco Borromeo
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