Cacti: The Simplest Form of Love

The other day, a friend asked me, “What’s your favorite flower?” Without hesitation, I said, “Cactus.” My answer always seems to spark the same reaction: first surprise, then silence. People often see the spines, the tough exterior, and think cacti are far removed from the concept of love. But to me, cacti represent love in its purest, most profound form.

Cacti have always held a special place in my heart. In spring, while other flowers bloom in vibrant colors, a cactus stands firm with its dry branches, showing its spines first. But when the time is right, it blooms the most stunning flowers, as if to say, “I’m here too!” This patience and timing remind me that love also requires waiting for the right moment.

Perhaps one reason I love cacti so much is that I see myself in them. Like a cactus, I’m full of thorns, capable of pricking those who try to hold me too tightly. But for those who approach with patience and care, I eventually bloom, revealing my flowers. People either love me deeply or not at all. I never heard an ‘ I love you little’. from them.I may cause pain, but those who love me never doubt my affection or loyalty.