366.
That's how long I've had these flowers.
On the 8th of June, at 12h50 a.m, someone I used to call my best friend arrived at my door with a bouquet of flowers.
It was the first time someone had ever given me a bouquet and it meant something to me.
I dried them and kept them and promised I'd see how they looked after exactly a year.
It's exactly a year later and an unbelievable amount of things have changed.
Bury what's dead.
