Love is a flower that blooms where dedication, affection, care, support, applause, patience, advices and others likewise are irrigated. Love is omnipresent. Ranging from the microbes to giant organisms, there exists love for someone or something. A desert plant takes harsh and complicated environment as a reliable place to grow.
This is weird, very weird. I guess it’s probably because of the formality because we never address each other like this but here is an open letter to you, my dearest friend. Today I am going to write few of the things that I feel about us, few things that I’ve learned about us and few things that we’ve become. I won’t promise it’s going to be short but.