I feel like my love IS like the flower in fact. I love, admire, yet yearn and long for these special individuals that inspire me to do better (or not) at the same time. I have a tendency to say too much of what it's on my heart and mind, but keep the strong emotions, the darkest secrets, the way my heart flips at just their soft smiles or strong holds, to myself and this blog specifially.
See it like this: I let them know how I feel about them (the sunflower in itself is big and grand, not shy at all, expressive) yet don't say the littlest of details I enjoy the most about their nature, the little things, those that I notice for simply observing too much (the flower admires the sun from afar; it's meaning is I care and I admire you, yet many people believe it to be a simple friendly flower. It can mean longing for you too). It's like "hey, I love you" but not saying every little detail I love about them, because it would be embarassing and kind of off putting. I like to have my secrets, not letting everyone know how deeply I care about their little details.
The flower is my favourite because of that: it represents friendly, good natured things on the surface, but deep down it's attached to the source of it's poetry in a very romantic way (the sun), just like me to them and their beautiful selves.
That's why it's just not a simple flower to me. It means A LOT, yet not a single soul I've loved as gifted me one yet. It doesn't pain me the slightest, but still long for the day it happens, because i'm a romantic bastard.
I'm saving up all of the love and adoration I have secretly stored inside my heart just for that day. I have no idea how I'll react, but I'm sure that person will be a forever in my book. And that makes me both ecstatic and afraid. And hopeful, and so more in love.
I needed to write this somewhere, because It's important to me somehow. It's the only thing I wish to happen every spring. The only thing that makes me feel shy.