No one ever gave me the permission to assign this term.
Thinking about it, I realized that I really have no right to do so..
But I feel happy with this unofficial name. I’m glad to have it as the title.
I thought you might need my watering but no… you have stubborn roots (scientifically wrong sorry) that requires little of it just like a desert plant..
I thought I’ll need to protect my flower but the truth is the flower is a defence of my heart. How can I even protect you? You dealt with more for me than I did for you.
My flower doesn’t need me.
Because the nutrients are not running out and you are a wild flower that can survive the changing circumstances in nature. You don’t need a gardener.
But how about a gardener and friend that loves….
Letters to Nowhere 