About the love that can be watered 🌸

There is a love that does not require words. She wakes up with the first bud opening and falls asleep with the whisper of petals on the windowsill. It's the love of flowers. They don't speak, but they understand everything. You water them, rearrange them, speak from the heart — and they respond to you with a riot of colors and juicy greenery. This is the most honest dialogue

How often do you give** flowers **to girls? 👀