Did love ever knock on your door and you didn’t know if it opened or not, maybe you didn’t know if it was love or something, because it’s not always easy to recognize it, how can I be sure?
With this story we show you that it can be confused with love, but that there are signs that can give you clues when you strive to plant and water something that is not a flower. Read it right.
Camila lived in the desert and had never seen a flower
One day they opened a branch of? Teleflower? In the desert next door, they also had a fruit and vegetable service, but they didn’t get Camila’s attention, only the flowers surprised her: she would finally know what it was like to admire and smell one!According to relatives in the field, there was no comparable feeling in the world.
He looked closely at the catalogue of seasonal flowers and the one that caught his eye the most was a flower of very fine petals, reddish violets, coming out of a kind of chrysalis of green leaves. “Oh, what beautiful flower and what ugly name?”Thought Camila read that it was a thistle.
When he called to place his order, he was ashamed to call the flower by name and say, “I want a thistle,” he described it. In less than half an hour, the delivery man arrived on his camel and handed him a paper bag.
Camila didn’t know it, but what the delivery man had brought was not a thistle, but an artichoke, he approached his nose and felt no intoxicating smell, his petals, rather than being delicate, seemed hard and cold, but he wanted to add. water, for her it was only a matter of time before the violet flowers grew from her chrysalis.
Was it a very sad week for Camila, as every day I looked at her?Flower? And what he saw was that nothing, absolutely nothing, changed. Well, one day something tragic happened: the broken artichoke.
“How can my family and friends say it’s so satisfying to have a flower when I was just worried and sad about mine?”Camila asks.
The girl buried what was left of the artichoke in the desert with a brief ceremony, as the days passed she recovered and was encouraged to experiment with another flower, perhaps a stronger one would make me happy?He thought before he browsed the catalogue.
Camila found a flower of purple leaves that, according to the advertisement, was very resistant to high and low temperatures, called ornamental cabbage.
However, this also appeared to be an ugly name, so he returned to the factory description for the phone assistant.
After about 20 minutes, the delivery man handed her another bag, wondering why the girl was passing her in the middle of the desert by just cauliflower.
In fact, from the description, the operator understood that what Camila wanted was a purple cauliflower and, as she had never seen a flower, she thought it was a phase of cabbage until her “purple foam” became leaves.
Again, he put the cauliflower in the water to keep it alive, but instead of having it, the cauliflower rotted with a foul smell. “Oh, that’s horrible!” Camila exclaimed the day her entire shop was contaminated by the smell. The girl at the ceremony buried the vegetables in the desert and called her older sister who had worked in a garden when she was little.
“They weren’t flowers, ” said his sister. ” I don’t know what they were, but they weren’t flowers. A flower is recognized because it is definitely beautiful and smells good for sure. And she’s always like that, “except when you don’t take care of her, of course, then she withers?
He ended the conversation with a warning: “When you see a flower, you’ll definitely recognize it. “Months passed and Camila devoted herself to other things, resumed her hobbies and old friendships. When he had almost forgotten the floral theme, someone knocked on the door. at his door.
He was the delivery man. He had just delivered vegetables to the shop next door and remembered to take a souvenir, because Camila had not placed an order for a long time.
The man pulled a violet from a small ceramic vessel from his camel bag. Camila was stunned 😕 That!?,?” It’s a unique, touching thing, as if you feel like it’s one instead of two,” he said.
The delivery man smiled and, on his way back to his camel, congratulated himself on not choosing the beetroot he had originally planned to bring as a gift.
The message of this story is clear: love is not discussed, it is or is not, there is no doubt, love arrives unannounced and fills us with joy. Anything that looks like love but makes us doubt is not for us, and it’s certainly something else.