I love flowers. Not just for their beauty or aroma. I love what they symbolize. In every bouquet is a gesture of attention, a sign that you are seen, felt, and want to do something nice just like that. Without a reason, just because you are 🌷🤍

For a woman, flowers are not a luxury item. It's about warmth that touches the soul. About the fact that you are important to someone. It's like a whisper: "I'm thinking of you"... 🌹✨

Giving flowers is the ability to speak the language of the heart. And receiving them is also an art. After all, when you hold a bouquet in your hands, it's as if you carry in your palms a little of someone else's tenderness that was entrusted to you 🌼🕊️

In the modern world, many say that flowers are impractical. But what could be more practical than emotion? For the smile of a woman who forgets about fatigue for a moment when a small miracle in the form of petals suddenly appears in front of her… 🌺💕

It seems to me that a woman blooms when she is seen. And when she is given flowers, she becomes even more herself — soft, feminine, alive… because at that moment she is not strong, not smart, not busy. She is simply — loved. 🌷🤲