How often do you think of flowers? Lately, I have, and I have come to this idea of thinking of people as flowers.

You are a flower, much like the rest of us, but you are a flower that is as perennial as the seasons. Some flowers wilt and die, but not you; not your beauty. You flourish, despite the treacherous and unfriendly climate you find yourself in. I miss you and your flowers. I wish to one day feel the touch of flowers against my cheek again, for it has been far too long. I one day wish to know the touch of your petals against my own.

We are all little broken flowers…