A flower being the beginning of new life. A new start. This was it for us. The last chance to keep this garden alive. The last time this was going to survive. You grew on my slowly. You loved me surely. And no one in this world can keep me alive like you do. Hold my roots and never let go of my soul. We were late bloomers. Spring came upon us and a new beginning approached. The last chance to keep this garden alive. I need light. I need sun. I need you to keep me alive.
Surfer Luke Davis by Nicole Pagan
