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@FloristAsh Wow ito ba yung Multo by COJ?

⠀ ⠀ Petals drawn to you, @aftersunrised ╰── Happy late valentine's day! ⠀ With love, sunbloom. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ Petals drawn to you, @duskenveils ╰── Flowers for the prettiest. ⠀ With love, J. ⠀

haahahhaah love ko mga bliss na kasing sabog namin ni baks

⠀ ⠀ Petals drawn to you ╰── ⠀ With love ⠀

⠀ ⠀ Petals drawn to you, @pomuryn ╰── valentine's aren't just for lovers. it is also celebrated by friends! we're only friends for months pero feeling ko sampung taon na tayong mag kakilala 🫩 but i am grateful! always grateful i met you With love, your forever dks. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ Petals drawn to you, @songsofachi ╰── Happy Valentine’s Day, my forever valentine! I love you to bits, my Cici. 🩷 With love, Sadie. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 Order now, sunbliss: sunbleum.carrd.co ⠀

OMG thank you so much<33

⠀ "I would like to sincerely thank you all supporting us, even though there were a few lapses throughout the day" The venue erupts with laughter, remembering the little mistakes from earlier. "We hope to see you all again soon, sunbliss! Take care and good night!" ⠀

⠀ just briefly.. he lets the instrumentals swell and fill the small silence, the notes hanging in the garden like a held breath. “I just wanna live my whole life with you,” he finishes the song just as the music fades. ⠀

@FloristKei ⠀ Ash watches Kei as he sings, mirroring his friend’s eye smile— the kind that’s warm and full of love, so genuine it’s almost contagious. When Kei finishes his part, he steps in without hesitation. “There's so much to say and so much to do” he pauses... ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ❪ 𝗙𝗘𝗕-𝗜𝗕𝗜𝗚 ✿ 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗔 ❫ ⠀

@FloristAsh @FloristKei ⠀ The two florists shares an eye contact, maintaining it as they sing the last two repeating lines with clarity, their voices intertwining perfectly accompanied by the mellow music. Each note carrying warmth and steadiness, just like love itself. ⠀

@FloristKei ⠀ Ash moves his head gently with the instrumental, waiting for his cue, heart steadying with the rhythm. “Love is all these and more,” he sings, his voice soft but carrying through the garden air— tender, hopeful, almost aching as it lingers in the night. ⠀

⠀ Since everyone deserves love that is quiet and steady— just like the song that they're singing. The florist hopes that someday, everyone can answer the question what love is. He takes a deep breath before singing his line "Love is all these and more” ⠀

⠀ His voice wavers just slightly— not enough to break, but enough to make him realize that he is discovering things. Not about love itself... but about how he really wants it. He isn’t just singing what love is. He’s reaching for it. ⠀

⠀ "It's when you tell me things.. that you'd never tell anyone else" his voice almost reverent, like if he sings them gently enough, carefully enough, they might one day become real, "I'm discovering things I never knew before" ⠀

⠀ He closes his eyes, and lets himself imagine it. “It's the time that we spend doing nothing at all” he sings, voice softer now, “Stay up on a call” he slowly opens his eyes and looks out at the crowd— not just at them, but through them, “Oh with you there is nothing I lack” ⠀

⠀ He then smiles to himself, a smile that is almost fragile. He has always wondered what it would feel like to be loved like that. To be chosen. To be held without doubt. And so, he draws the mic closer, fingers lace around it as it grounds him. ⠀