Hoping for New Blooms

This can’t possibly work. Hemza is half my age and lives 3,800 miles away. But after he visited me in November, he updated his online status to say, “I fell in love with his soul before I could even touch his skin.” With the distance and age difference, this can’t be heading anywhere, can it? Still, I’m hearing “love,” “skin” and “soul” in a sentence that I’m pretty sure refers to me. When Hemza visited, he planted 100 tulip bulbs in my yard so I will think of him in the spring. So maybe this is heading somewhere, isn’t it? — Matthew Lukasiak

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4 Responses to Hoping for New Blooms

  1. Miriam's avatar Miriam says:

    How exquisitely beautiful

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  2. Awwww I love this! I love flowers. Especially pink flowers. Age ain’t nothing but a number they say!

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    • msw blog's avatar msw blog says:

      Me too. It is a lovely story layered with love, doubt, hope, and beautiful gestures. This summer I looked for a weekly local flower delivery service and could not find one. That is a niche I hope someone fulfills, until then I will depend on my farmer’s market.

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