Why pick flowers in the category?

Flowers in the morning, breath taking smile, efforts of enduring arguments, designs, preparations, tricks, rivalry, competition, beauty, envy, pain, friendship, love, agony, hatred, devastation, frustration, admiration, determination.

These are the things that enveloped my mind for the whole day. It was like a feeling of confusion and uncertainty. It keeps me wondering why these two gorgeous men are going gaga over somebody like me. For A SUDDEN change of air. It's as if they are bound to compete for my attention like it's a price for the efforts they make.

Caroline, my girl-sweet-sister-best friend, other than Enyah and my brother Hero, was pointing the evident truth about the scenarios of the day. She was saying that Timmy totally dig my precious simple taste. Sounds, flowers, smile, get-up, everything. It was like, according to her, the cutest and simplest thing that made Timmy out-shined Arnold.

Though, as she put it, Arnold struck me the most romantic gesture, it still makes things incomplete. For whatever reason she said it I don't know. But heck, it feels that whatever she means by that she was totally right.

Please don't get me wrong. I like tulips and roses but I Love Chrysanthemums better. I was quite flustered with the morning event. It was as if, I must prepare for the day because something big will happen. And yet, hours to go and I must call it a night and none of it was special in any manner.

I can't help but think of it as if they are challenging themselves into a tug-of-war, me as the prize. And I can't help but think of the reasons why they suddenly came up with these idea. Why pick flowers in the category? Why do they have to confuse me this way?

I am not in love yet. Not after the pain that I've been with Arnold. And as I see to it that he's making up for all the things he caused me, it was like the feelings just faded away – like it was just a memory. Like it was just something that I felt for a moment and was gone as time passed by. As soon as I wanted to rekindle the memories, it was like a friendly reminder of all the reasons why we should be careful with our actions most especially here in the house.

Reputations, gossips, and things that could possibly break within our boundaries should be well taken care of. So, as I get by and move on. Timmy doing his best to make up for the long time and to be friend me was working. It felt real and natural like air. But now, I don't think that whatever he did last time was a major competitive move. Hence, I think of it as a refreshing move to make friends with me.