Beauty is not eternal, like discounts on socks
Female beauty is like spring:
bright, gentle, unpredictable...
And, alas, fleeting.
(Although, between you and me, inner charm is a completely different matter, sometimes even at 90 it burns like a May thunderstorm.)
But if you want to catch a rose - don't wait until it turns into a herbarium.
Flowers don't get offended when they are picked, if it's with love.
They get offended when they are ignored until they completely wither. 😉
Time doesn't ask if you're ready
Don't wait until "Monday" to invite her for coffee.
Don't think for three months whether to write "hi" in a messenger.
Don't put off a compliment because "what if she thinks the wrong thing."
Speak. Act. Love.
(Even if it doesn't turn out great the first time, at least you won't bite your elbows.)
And what if you're afraid?
Of course, I'm afraid.
What if she laughs?
What if he refuses?
What if everything goes wrong?..
And what if it does? 💘
What if your impulse is someone else's happiness, just waiting on the other end of the line? And most importantly: don't forget about yourself
Flowers are not only about women and falling in love.
Sometimes a flower is your dream.
Or a trip that you keep putting off.
Or a cake at 11:47 PM.
Pick them. Now. Not "later." 🌼"Don't be afraid to be the bold gardener of your destiny. Beauty is fleeting. But it's for you. Right now."
So go. Pick that flower.
Or at least write "hi"..