You wished that on your comings and goings, someone would leave frangipani flowers behind,

someone would carve the first letter of your name on every tree in a playful madness,

someone would smear mustard oil in their hair like Dukhu Mia and curl it along their nose,

and write on the wall in bold letters: “A pinch of love, Flower.”

Someone found you—

the boy standing in front of your house with flowers lost you,

the timid boy who carved your initial on trees lost you,

the boy with a Dukhu Mia-style curl along his nose lost you,

even the boy who sent seven love emojis on your Facebook story lost you.

To love is to be shameless,

and when two hearts are equally shameless, that is perfect love.

The boy fell deeply in love,

and the girl… received a toy doll.