The Stars Above Us

-•𝐂hapter 𝐓wenty 𝐎ne•-

-•Lilian's pov•-

You are the most beautiful woman I have set eyes on.
I.

The bouquet of red roses held the message. Today when I woke up the very first day of my stay in Amsterdam I received this heavy and huge bouquet of red roses and there was this message tucked between the sweet scented flowers. I fiddled the note between my fingers reading it over an dover again to know who wrote this but I guess there was no denying that it was Ian sending this message. There was only this "I" I know of. But the question is how he got my address.

Ignoring the questions lurking in my mind I picked up the bouquet and went back inside my apartment. This building was not very friendly with very friendly neighbors but this was the only option on my budget and with tight budget. So I need to be careful and stay out of their way until I am done with my time here. I shut the door and put the flowers on my coffee table because Ii had no vase to keep these flowers and honestly I need so huge one for the bouquet this huge.

Next day I received a bouquet of tulips so corful and cheerful. I plucked the note out of my bouquet and read it, three small words but made my day. I truly needed that today since I was not feeling so cheerful today. Since Coco flew back home I am all alone and have plenty of time to think about all the unnecessary stuff.

You are fearless.
I

My blogs haven't been doing great, my total readers are five hundred and tem and I can swear on my life that these were all Coco's friend. I wish I had readers who didn't know me directly or indirectly. I clicked over my mousepad and reloaded the blog page once again to see if I have any more reads but there was none. I groaned and almost tears of loss fell out of my eyes. I felt like a failure and if on that moment I didn't receive the bouquet of tulips and read that beautiful note I would have lost my will.

New day, new bouquet holding a new note;

You have the most beautiful eyes to look into. Your voice is the best I had ever heard.
I

The pattern continued for yet another day as I walked back from the grocery store holding the bags of all my necessities when I found a new bouquet of flowers with all vibrant colors. I dropped the bag down and instantly plucked the note out of it. No matter what it is I have began to wait for these small notes. These are so pretty and honestly pull me out of my dark spell. I have planned on writing my new blog post on receiving the anonymous bouquets and notes even though I know who has been sending me these. Okay fine, you may be thinking that I should have returned these flowers and not accept them, ignore them, but can you do it when these are the anchor of your sanity. At least I can't do it. I flipped open the card and read;

I admire your courage. I admire your hardwork. I admire you for not losing your charm even living with me.
I

Fifth day fifth bouquet and fifth note;

You have the smile that can make every man go weak on knees.
I

Since yesterday I have been trying to write a blog about this but there are a lot of second thoughts in my mind. The first draft of my blog rests in my laptop memory as I contemplate whether to write about it or not. Even if the world may not know who it is Ian would know, and I can't believe that he didn't know about my blogs. If he knows my address and so much more about me then there is no way he is unaware of my blogs.

Lilian Jenkins I want you to know your mere presence make my day. You make me smile without any reason like an idiot. All my day I think about you, I imagine you with me, in my arms, and the life where there will be all you and me. I hope and wish and work for that life. Just know that I will fight for you and your presence in my life for whole life, I would rather die fighting for you than giving up on you. Because sweetheart you are worth fighting for;