I love flowers.

I've love them since i can remember anything. If flower were human, people would call it love at first sight, and then i would disagree.

I love them, but surely i didn't fell in love with them the first time i saw them,...or the second time, or the third time or any specific date that our little human brain can wrap around. It's just that i can't think of an exact point of time where i decided that i would fell madly in love with them.

There is no definitive moment to separates what was from what is which, leads me to assume that i have been gradually falling, loving them more and more day by day. And i'm sure if we follow this traces of scars and faint hints of rain and dirts drifting through the air, that we would find, my love for them, born from the day we met.

This is not about flowers.