He may have never picked or bought her flowers, but it was not because he didn't care for her. It was because Holden made her realize all the flowers of the world were all ready hers.
"Picking flowers is like robbing life and I would never want to give you a gift that has no potential to grow because I aided in its demise," he explained. "Stealing the Earth of its nature to give, solely, to one person diminishes the beauty and power of that flower. Look beyond that hill, pretty, do you see that lady teaching her baby to smell the flowers?" She did. "Well, what if someone had come and stripped the land of these flowers so they could sell them to people who would bring them home to their wife so that she could smile for less than five minutes, feel loved for the day, and then forget about them tomorrow until eventually they die because they were deprived of their natural home? Those individuals would have stolen that baby and the mother's moment just now, the moment were having right now, the moments people will have that come here in the future. You can't multiply love and beauty unless you leave it open for other true hearts to feel its power, too."
He didn't give her flowers but, instead, lead her to their fields. She immediately realized he was giving her the gift of the world; yet, all this time, it was right in front of her anyway. What he really gave her was the most intimate gift of all; the gift of rediscovery, the gift of his thoughts, his perspectives; not so that he could change her but, to instead, watch her grow with new ideas. He liked the spin she might even give to his own ideas, now, as she was absorbing some as her own. Like the luscious flowers in the field needed sustenance to grow, so did she and so did everyone; he acted as her water, her sunshine that day, and in, many, many more to come.
He wouldn't say "I love you" excessively but rather, made her feel it, incessantly. Which is ultimately degrees more important. Anyone can say a storybook full of wonderfully crafted lines that all mean "I love you". Anyone can robotically repeat that phrase until their lungs are raw. But what really grabs a hold of your heart is when they put those statements into their every-day actions. When daily, you can see in their eyes love is not only consciously what they feel for you, but, *also, subconsciously consuming them*; and, ~infinitely, what they are going to astound you with, indefinitely~.
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