She walked beside flowers and she walked under fireworks, but she never walked with a flower in hand nor with fireworks under her name. Well not that she hoped for fireworks, but she did for flowers at least.
She hadn't given much thought of how she wished she got one, but now she realized why the hell didn't she. Don't think that she was clamoring to get one, but she had the nagging feeling that she'll probably never get one.
Oh it's not the materialistic and inconsequential idea of flowers, rather it is about the giddy feeling of getting one because someone had that effort to get you one! The surprise, the unexpectedness, the feeling of being special and adored.
Does giving flowers premise an effort? Is that all that makes and breaks? Will that save from the fall? If you ask Cleo, she'd answer Yes to all of the aforementioned. Love is about the Constant Little Things and not the explosive yet periodic ones. Distance and time is not an excuse. The secret is to be consistent and not doing it because you made a mistake. It is of doing it because you want to do it because you love doing it ... because you love the person.
Cleo was a tiger, a real and beautiful one. Cleo's formidable thoughts reverberated. Real friends are brutally honest and they spare nothing when they need to shake you up from something or from that One thing.
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