Have you ever felt something… strange about a flower? Not love. Not really. Just… something.
Flowers have always been part of my life. My dad used to bring them home for every holiday, for my mom, and for me too. Our house was always full of them. And my childhood? It lived in my grandfather's garden. But pansies… they were never my favorite. Not even close. And still… something about them stayed with me.
I remember the moment someone told me their name in my native language. Anna's eyes. My name inside a flower. Strange, right? Maybe that's where it began.
I've always liked things connected to me, my name, my zodiac sign, my birth month… It makes everything feel a little more magical. A little more mine. So maybe I didn't fall in love with how pansies look… Maybe I fell into something else.
Every time I see them, I quietly say their name to myself. And in that moment, something shifts. The flower becomes… noticeable. Alive. There are so many of them, different colors, shapes, tiny faces. And somehow, without realizing it, I started looking for one color in particular. Blue.
Blue pansies feel unreal to me. Like something that shouldn't exist… but does. Something soft, quiet, almost magical. And now I think… Maybe love is not always obvious. Maybe sometimes it grows slowly, from a word, from a memory, from something that once felt strange… Until one day you realize. You love it.
Anna & Jam Foam