I know you’re tired of the same, old story with the people who spit out the same white lies because sadly, flowers are no longer just flowers, they’re a smoke signal - a warning almost.
They’re cute at first but after cancelled dates, missed texts and pointless gifts aimed at reconciliation, they symbolize more. They get you flowers to buy forgiveness. They get you flowers to buy your affection. They get you flowers because it’s supposed to be this tried and true surefire way to get to anyone’s heart, but that heart has been broken many times before, and its shards lay among the wilting petals of the bouquets that beckoned the hurt.
In a twisted game of "they love me, they love me not," regardless of how you start you always end on not but, not until you’ve experienced the hurt from playing the game.
You play the game like Russian roulette until you get to the thorns and a single petal that signifies the end. With each petal broken off, there seemed to be an excuse, a gesture, each one bringing hope-an indication that there was something worth waiting for but surely enough, that’s not how it ends and for some reason you had to go through every petal to figure it out.
To the girl who doesn’t just want flowers: you are a priority and anyone who intends to buy your affection is not worth your time. Those gifts always seemed to be laced with pretense but you’re older, stronger and wiser and whether you got hurt or you saw someone close to you experience the pain of being an option and not a given, you know what you want. Time and dedication are always the best gifts. Listening is a timeless and essential necessity and anyone who cannot keep it real is not going to make it on your short list.
Yes, those bouquets died but at least you learned not to fight to keep them alive because they were doomed from the start.
They gave you a flower, not a field. They never intended to grow with you and their time was temporary. Their time came with a price. You look for the people who give themselves freely without expecting anything in return and you give them the same courtesy. There is purpose and trust and you do not feel like a second choice. You look for someone who wants to plant a garden with you, not just give you a flower-someone who would give you the world if they could.
Flowers are beautiful, and gifts are sweet, but they’re even better when given from a place of understanding and care, not on a quest to impress on a path filled with sweet nothings. Gestures are the icing on the cake, not the cake itself. You build new relationships, however you define them, on trust and mutual compassion.
Your priority is to be happy with someone who does not need to buy gifts to make you happy. You don’t put your heart on the line for someone who views you as replaceable. Every missed text, cancelled date and apologetic bouquet taught you that you deserve more. Anyone who decides to sacrifice time with you is simply not worth your energy and they are not worth the heartache.
Most importantly, through all the pain and broken trust you learned that you are not alone. There is someone out there experiencing all the pain that you experienced just so they could get to you and one day you’ll find them. You just have to get through a few haphazard texts and misguided bouquets to find the one who will give you an entire field and that, is worth the wait.