Apple blossom love

You walk with me, deciding to pluck me flowers from an apple tree. Offering it to me while i look at you with fear. All i wish is to disappear from here. You look confused and ask me whats wrong. I back away because i know it wont take long. The way you plucked it is what left me scared, ripping it off like u never cared. Pulling at the branch, letting the other blossoms fall down like rain. You got the one you wanted, leaving the others in pain. I cant help but wonder. Will you treat me the same?