anti narration

Flowers only love fools. They’re the only ones who buy them for being flowers. Other people buy flowers to give to someone, to put a little color into their living room, to jazz up the blah. This is having a vested interest. This is not true love. True love is when the existence of the other matters enormously to you, not because they make you happy or they look good or they carry your groceries for you in the snow. It is like keeping a piece of paper when you have no pen and you know you will never have a pen and you don’t know how to do origami and the paper is dirty and you really have absolutely no fucking need or use for a piece of dirty paper. Or when an anorexic cooks for herself. That is true love for cooking.