Whats your favorite flower?

This is something so painstakingly ordinary and yet we've never really discussed it, so I'll go first:

My favorite flower is called "Forget me not" Its not my favorite because its the prettiest, or smells the best, but because it mirrors a thought so deeply human. The plea to not be forgotten.

The "forget me not" flower gets its name from an old german story of a knight who drowned while picking the flowers for his lover, and in the last moment before he fell into the river, he threw them towards her and yelled "forget me not!".

And since then this huge phrase has been represented by such a tiny thing. the most brittle of flowers. My favorite flower.

But as i think more and more about it, the more i see the phrase pop out everywhere around me. forget me not. the tension between two exes, forget me not, the strained relationships, forget me not, the memories we created.

you have no idea how much i want to spend this day with you (and i still might if given the chance hehe) but this is your day, your day for decisions, your day for feelings, your day for happiness, your day for everything. You've turned 25 and with that you've crossed into a new stage of life.

This reminds me of another metaphor that reflects us; there are two statues in Georgia that go through each other.

they're created by an artist called Tamara Kvesitadze and they represent the story of Ali and Nino.

One statue is a man, the other is a woman. They tell the story of two people from two different religions and it represents the tragic story of how they were not able to be together, even though they fell deeply in love.

They're relationship didn't work out because of their cultural differences, but also because of the differences of the people around them.

The artist shows this by making the statues move towards each other, and in the last second before they touch, the statues pass through each other, through the gaps of one another. The gaps that were created within them, either coming from their differences or from the differences of the world around them.

Part of this story reminds me of us, of the love we clearly have for eachother, but also of the gaps that are within us, that let this love pass through, never truly being able to hold onto it for long enough. We both know our gaps don't simply come from the cultural differences between us but they stem from deeply personal issues inside each one of us. I would love to talk about this, I would love to touch your face as we illustrate our feelings, i would love to hear you speaking one more time.

so either way, all of this to say: Happy twenty fifth birthday bom, today you've not only started your 25th year of life, but you've also marked the beginning of the rest of it, you will change the hearts of many around you by just existing, and you've already done so with mine.

And while it might not mean that much in the grand scheme of things, I'm happy you've managed to be excited for this birthday, I am proud of you for who you are and I am proud that I get to say I know you. You're the ray of sunshine in every room, you are the warm embrace of love, you are the color of life.

Happiest of birthdays to you my flower, your existence in this world makes it right. And I miss you everyday for the hole your absence has created. I hope you enjoy the movies and I hope with all of my heart we'll watch one together, and soon.

And it's with the knowledge of my favorite flower, the "forget me not" flower that i ask you again:

whats your favorite flower bom?