It's a date. You are holding a bouquet of flowers(red, white, dark blue and yellow planes) and waiting for the object of your admiration to arrive. But she is getting late. Some dark glimpses of anxiety are starting to grow at the bottom. But still the colors are bright, the sky is blue and you are excited. You immerse in the tenderness and beauty of the flowers. They are the center of your existence. Logic and common sense are pushed into a corner(brown top right). When you are in love, you are somewhat crazy. Your reality is distorted.
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