I saw someone else growing a marguerite flower and suddenly I fell in love with the flower even though it wasn't blooming yet.
Whenever I pass by it, I always slow down and want to spend more time with it.
Sometimes I water it and sometimes I fertilize it.
Finally
I waited until it opened.
But before I had time to take a look at it, it was taken away, and I suddenly understood.
I take good care of it, but I didn't grow it.
Intention: secret love
