“Wildflowers for my Wildflower. Because they are resilient. No one has to nurture them for them to grow and be whatever the hell they are going to be. They do it on their own. They weather all the storms, continuing to thrive. And despite that so many flowers are planted into perfect rows or kept in plant pots just for looks … wildflowers grow where they please. They make their own rules.” Kissing my cheek, he nods. “Just like you. You’re not trying to be like every other flower you see. You’re you. And thank fuck for that. Because you’re my favorite person in the entire world.”
