I like flowers too.
I remember the spring day not long ago. Me and my friend, I were walking back home There was this one way that had blossoming trees on both sides of the road showering the peddler with the pink downpour. Even though flowers were just flowers for me I wonder if my friends liked any of those I turned to ask my friend "Do you like flowers?" Now we both stood in the middle of the empty road looking above us. There the ceiling of blue sky with whites cloudy blush. The branches with pastel pink flowers touching the skyline blue As we both admired the beauty in front of us I hear a voice whispers "I like flowers too" I looked back at my friend as he stared back at me. For a moment I was taken by because he was smiling but sadness was taking over him I wanted to comfort his worried face but I don't even know what made him amaze "Which flower do you like the most?" Was all I could get out of me. He laughed at me and turned his back. Before I...