I love a girl who grows the majority of flowers in her garden. Every time I go across her house, I try to look at these flowers and guess the name. But almost it's wrong.

I'm too lazy to search on the internet, fortunately, this is one of the best reasons to ask the girl about the name of the flowers.

I speak loud and hope her hear. I do that every day, but I receive no answer from her. Sadly.

I don't know why ? Why? Why? Why?

One day, I saw her mother. The lady is extremely beautiful like her. I had a small talk with the lady and I know some of the names of the flowers.

I fall in love with the colours of the baby's breath and the size of them. I like blue babies flowers. 

I went to the supermarket and bought a big bunch of blue babies flowers.

I came to the house of the girl, rang the doorbell. No one open the door for me.

I sadly put the flowers with a meaning card in front of the door and leave. 

I hope she didn't throw out my flowers in the bin.