My Flower

Its a normal day at the library, i would say. but then i notice something new. im very Observent so I know what's here and what's not. I look closer and that's when I see it I look at the flower. The flower is looking right back at me, Does the flower want me. Does the flower crave me, like it craves water because I know I'm craving it like that but i know now flower isn't just a flower anymore it's MY Flower. I pick my flower, and it stares at me the same stare I'm giving. My flower and that's when I know, my flower craves me to.