If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love in not about possession, love is about appreciation. – OSHO
He was a super fan of nature, rivers, mountains, deserts, seas, and forests were his best desire and ultimate love. He liked colors because it reflects his desire and affection for the nature, and what would be more comprehensive for both nature and colors than Flowers?! He didn’t know that he was looking for Flower on his journey; he thought that all kinds of flowers are the same until he met the real flower. He was looking for a flower without thorns or a bad smell, a flower that is willing to spread good smell and let others enjoy its perfume. Simply, he was looking for Flower.
It was half cloudy, chilly and incredibly quiet evening and Aras, the young ambitious guy is promised to meet Flower for the first time tonight, he had some information about it but it always has different meaning to see Flower face to face. When Aras arrived, he was shocked and astonished. “Is this Flower? Did I travel all that distance to meet this?” Aras said. Ironically, it didn’t take Aras much time to change his thoughts of Flower, once the conversation started, Flower had to express herself and expose her inner side that no one would like to miss. The fragrant, distinguished leaves, shiny colors and honesty are what make Flower special, when she talks, she inspires. When she smiles, she captivates and more importantly, when she grieves, she touches your heart. The night went on, Aras couldn’t ask for her contact info because of the shock he was in but she did give him and insisted to meet again for a cup of coffee.
A week later, they met again; Aras was trembling all the time and didn’t feel alright because he still can’t believe he has all of this, I mean, can you imagine getting all what you wanted overnight without any previous indications? It sounds impossible but it happened this time. However, they had a long night talking over random stuff. Aras left and was still confused of what just happened, he was wondering if it’s a dream or a miracle. Day after day, they were rapidly getting closer to each other; the increasing time they spent together forced Aras to captivate and embrace Flower, he took her into his humble garden. He decided to put it into his own soil that didn’t have enough organic materials or even water, although he insisted to water her from his modest support and encouragement until she becomes fruitful and ready to face life again because she was worn out and exhausted of this oppressive world that devastated her ambitions and forced her to leave its old fertile garden.
Hours slide by like seconds when they meet up; they used to spend over 10 hours a day of talking and talking without a break. They both always had something to say but Flower was much of a talker due to her long life and the experiences she’s been through. Aras, on the contrary, was a very good listener, he wouldn’t mind to sit and listen for hours. They have shared laughs all the day, they fell in each other’s love and got along like a house on fire. They had the same friends, the same outings; they also started to get mutual habits of everything. They gave everything they had only to please each other and not feeling bored or lonely. And when it comes to loyalty, I can bet they were the most loyal friends life ever knows.
Flower was contagious and Aras caught the virus; they were a carbon copy of each other, they had the same keywords, they could get each other simply by saying two words, they accepted their differences and rarely disagreed. This relationship got to a point where it was a part of their lifestyle to meet up every day and talk about the obstacles they face, the happy moments they lived away from each other and every tiny story the heard about.
The most beautiful thing is when they get into a problem or a misconception, they just disconnect and stop talking but everyone is waiting for the other to buzz him/her. However, the first meeting after the fight should be avoided due to the overdose of insulting words they call each other by but it always ended up with laughter, again.
BUT, because every story has an ending, because nothing lasts forever but love and respect and because these guys have a bigger purpose on this earth, Flower had to leave and get away, and Aras couldn’t stop her from getting her right and here comes the sacrifice. He loved her to a point where he was willing to give her whatever she might ask him for, he spent countless nights thinking about her and how he can help, he gave up on all of his colleagues only to spend much more time with her, he briefly loved her like no one ever did. But now Flower is grown up and strong, she’s independent and capable. Aras, can’t hold himself from crying, the one he loved all this time is now almost gone but he still has one more thing to prove his love, he will help Flower get what she wants though it hurts to see her with someone else…
Note: the story has more details but I could not share them only to make it easier and get to the point. I hope I can share this one day and publish a whole book about it, it is going to be worth it, trust me.