HELL's POV
"If you love a flower, don't pick it up.
Because if you pick it up, it dies and ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be."
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Back when I was young, like really young, when I was still a kid who could freely express himself and his love... there's this flower.
There was a flower that suddenly, out of nowhere, bloomed inside our garden.
I don't remember what kind of flower it is anymore, just that it is a flower, a really beautiful one, and I fell in love with it.
I fell in love with it, so I was about to pick it. But then the gardener lady rushed to me and stopped me before I could do so.
She asked me what was I planning to do with the flower.
'Well, I was gonna pick it', I said.
She asked me why.
'Well, because I fell in love with it', I said.
She didn't say this in English but she told me something along the lines of this quote my older self would encounter some time in the future...
"If you love a flower, don't pick it up.
Because if you pick it up,
it dies and ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be."
"You love that flower, right?" she asked me (not in English).
"Yes," I answered, in English.
"Do you want it to die?"
"No."
"Are you still going to pick it up?"
"Yes."
I still picked the flower.
