It’s OK to Want Flowers
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No one can be fed on the notion of love alone, just like no flower can truly bloom by just being told there is a sun beyond the wall. From time to time, we must intentionally pull the bricks apart, help one another stand in the light, and show that we care.
In any relationship, there is a fine line between demanding and deserving. On one hand, you are worth the world over and deserve every bouquet of flowers that freshens your room and fills your lungs with sweet smells and memories. You deserve the tasty adventure an unmarked box of chocolate brings “just because.” On the other hand, no one wants to seem like they are asking for too much or are ungrateful for what their partner bring to the table. I think there is a huge difference between wanting material things, and wanting to be shown you are loved, and it’s an important distinction to understand.
Me? I’m a flower kind of girl. To others, it could be a cup of coffee in the morning because you are in a rush and spinning like a whirlwind out the door. It could be remembering the words to your favorite song so you have a sing-along partner in the car. It doesn’t matter. We speak in different, beautiful love languages with different inflections that can change over time. What matters is that there is someone out there willing learn how to speak it. And it’s okay to need this reassurance. We are human beings, born into a world of material things and uncertainty. No one can be fed on the notion of love alone, just like no flower can truly bloom by just being told there is a sun beyond the wall. From time to time, we must intentionally pull the bricks apart, help one another stand in the light, and show that we care.
You can buy all the trinkets in the world to prove you love someone, but what good would it do if it didn’t mean something? Nothing was really spent and there was no real giving because you can just earn that money over again. What you can never return — what you have a finite amount of to give — is your time. You can never get back that same heartbeat or that same breath, because every second that ticks by is another one for the history books.
So, the flowers aren’t what really counts. The time it took you to think of me, pick out flowers that are my favorite color, and give them to me because you know flowers make me smile — that is what counts. That time is valuable, and you spent it on me. That time is valuable, and when you give someone this unique piece of you, they’ll never forget it. A dollar will always be a dollar, but no moment will ever happen the same way again. Share those moments. Share your love. Share some flowers.
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