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El título es un fiasco, pero el dibujo me gusto bastante.

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No soy la mejor, pero voy empezando✨

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Yo sabía que no le gustaban las flores normales, y que tampoco era el tipo de chica, que le gustaba recibir cosas materiales.

Lo único que sabia era que su color favorito era el amarillo, así que para hacerla feliz, además de demostrarle con hechos cuanto me importaba, opté por regalarle  un girasol todos los días.

No sabía cual sería su reacción, ni tampoco como iba a actuar conmigo después de eso.

Pero, por alguna extraña razón, lo único que pasaba en mi mente, era que, si había tenido un mal día, ella al ver el girasol, con una frase nueva cada día, iba a sonreir.

Y así fue…

Cuando ella vio el girasol número 365 con mi nombre al final de la frase, me dijo: “Me hiciste feliz todos los días del año, y ni siquiera te diste cuenta. De verdad, eres increíble.”

— Manuel Ignacio.

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Es tan magnífico, la primera vez que lo leo y me ¡ENCANTO!

Despite your rather terrible mood, you could do nothing to fight the small smile that flittered across your lips as you stepped outside that morning. The knowledge that your secret admirer knew when you were having a bad day, probably should have unnerved you, but to be perfectly honest, it was just nice to know that someone cared.

Setting aside your umbrella and bag, you carefully picked up the flower that had been left on your front step, a simple black satin ribbon artfully tied around its middle. 

You’d tried to spot your secret admirer in the past, but their gifts were always random and their departure, swift. The most you’d ever managed to see, was a brief glimpse of their shadow as they slipped away one evening, though they’d been a little too fast for you to catch anything defining about them.

Sighing softly, you let the flower brush your lips, before stepping back inside to deposit it into a waiting vase, a small smile still clinging to your lips as you stepped back outside again. Though it was such a simple thing, as the gifts often were, they never failed to bring a small smile to your face, even on days like this, when all you wanted to do was scream and cry.

Plucking your umbrella and bag back up off the floor, you silently stepped out onto the street, the light drizzling rain only managing to sooth your soul further.

Perhaps one day you would meet your secret admirer and find out who they truly were, and why they had such interest in you. But for now, you were content to simply accept their kindness, something you were otherwise sorely lacking in your life.

Somehow, you had a feeling that you were going to be surprised by who it was, but not necessarily displeased either.