sunflower

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Did you know you're named sunflower?


My friends tend to call you that way because of the way I was obsessing over that flower.

That flower, who was captured and held hostage in that little text box called bio.

Your instagram account would shine from that small touch of yellow.

I loved that part.

But how, when I mentioned it, you immediately removed it?

The poor flower, who only knew the joy of being admired by stalkers like me, obsessed girls.

I just wanted to know if it had a meaning to you, and you frankly replied "no, absolutely not, i'm gonna remove it now."

I like to think that flower eventually got lost in town, and began to grow back its shine.

Now it's a beautiful field of sunflowers I watch every morning under my window, wondering how it got here.

That's ironic when hundreds of miles were separating us, that a field of those yellow treasures had grown right in front of my house.

But I remember then, how you were named like that.


Sunflower.

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