The blooming flowers surface the memories of you. The way you made me take pictures of every flower and send them to you, and the way you did the same.
This is my first spring without you, and I terribly miss you. I've never realized how happy I was with you. Reading our old chats made me realize I had the best times with you.
Now the flowers bloom, and your absence is louder than before.
I regret my mistakes.
You were the sweetest person I probably would have met. You were genuinely interested in my interests, my life, and how I was doing. So many people say you'll find someone better, the right person for you. You were already the right person, but I was the wrong one.
(Here’s a picture of the first flower that bloomed in my garden incase someone's interested)