Ownar of the "SunFlowers"

I love the world of flowers. Every flower is so special in its own way, and their meanings are so beautiful. And every day I spend my life in a little world filled with beautiful colors and all kinds of flowers. I'm talking about my little shop where all kinds of flowers are sold. Right next to my shop is a large cake shop. The way people come and go there, I'm sure the cakes must be delicious. I heard from a friend that their cakes not only come in all sorts of flavors, but they also look like beautiful sunflowers. Perhaps that's what makes the shop so special – their concept of making cakes. I didn't know much about their cakes, but I did know one thing about the shop owner: he probably loved sunflowers. He had placed many pots of sunflowers around his shop, and I had seen him tending to them every day. The peace on his face, the smile on his lips, and the depth in his eyes drew me in every day, and over time, I had grown quite fond of him. After a few months, I finally mustered the courage to go to his shop and talk to him. I made a beautiful bouquet of the best sunflowers and walked towards him without thinking. My friend had said, "If you don't say it, how will the other person know?" She was right, and now I just wanted to tell him. Entering his shop felt like entering a whole new world of sunflowers. I wanted to meet him. I told the people working there, and a man pointed towards the kitchen and said, "Our head chef and the shop owner are in the kitchen; you can go there." With a little hesitation, I walked towards the kitchen. Standing at the main door, I saw him trying to make cakes with the same love and care he showed for the sunflowers. There was tiredness on his face, and perhaps a longing to create something new. Seeing me, he asked, "Why are you here? What happened?" Hearing his question, it seemed as if he already knew why I was there, yet he was still looking at me with questioning eyes. I took a step towards him and... handing him the bouquet, I said that I needed a little time so we could talk. Perhaps my voice and my eyes had already answered his questions. He said to me, "Before you say anything to me, I want to tell you something." He said, "I see you every day. You have a great love for flowers, and I like that about you." And during our conversation, he told me that he was giving his shop to his friend and moving to another country. His friend would now manage the shop. After finishing what he had to say, he asked me, "Tell me, what did you want to say?" And hearing him, I was speechless. After a moment of silence, I said to him, "Have a safe journey," and then I left the bouquet and the card there and walked out of his shop. Back at my own shop, I was completely silent. I couldn't think straight, nor did I understand how to react. I simply closed my shop earlier than usual and went home.After thinking about it all night, I realized he was probably trying to tell me that I might have to wait a long time for him. The next day, I went to his cake shop. There, people told me he had left, and I realized I had been too late in understanding him. He had left behind some sunflower-shaped cookies and three of his favorite potted plants. He had become a part of my life. Taking care of the sunflowers he had given me became a habit. I didn't know when he would return, nor did I know where he had gone, but I still wanted to wait for him. Every day, I would go to his shop and ask his friend about him. One day, his friend suggested I take his contact number and talk to him. I told him I just wanted to wait for him; he would come back, and then I would talk to him. Three or four months passed, and I was still waiting for the owner of those sunflowers. Going to his shop, asking about him, and taking care of the flowers had become a part of my daily life. One day, I went to the shop and saw that the cake shop wasn't open. A week passed, and the shop remained closed. The glimmer of hope inside me was fading, but I was still waiting for the owner of those flowers. One day, I came to my shop and saw a beautiful cake and a card in a box near the sunflower pots. The cake was beautiful; it was exactly like the ones he used to make. The card read, "Have a safe journey." These were the most beautiful words I had ever heard in my life. 

      Seeing the cake and the card, a smile spread across my face, and tears welled up in my eyes. I looked around for him, but I couldn't find him. I looked towards his shop, and he was standing there near the other door. Seeing him, I ran towards him and hugged him. After a long wait, I finally found the owner of those flowers.