₍ꕤ.ᐢ..ᐢ₎ Today the forecast is for everything I feel for my best friend ! ! (18/22.08.2025)

When you bloomed, I questioned myself.

I looked at you as if you were the grass always greener on the other side, even though you were in my garden.

You were in my garden.

I stood guard like a dog.

Was it your choice to sink your roots into my half-fertile soil ? ?

Sun, rain, wind, shade.

Other shoots spring from your feet.

Thysanoptera, Aphididae, Tetranychus Urticae, Aleyrodidae.

My efforts burn in contemplating your infection.

I dug you out, eliminated them, because your grace is made by being the only flower in the garden.

In the center, sprinklers and glass cages.

I feel pride as possession; I enjoy the gifts that cover you, which you care for.

A piece of my skin that passes for one of your petals, turn into fertilizer. 

"There are things I tell you that I don't tell her."