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Epilogue | Thoughtful Flowers [p1]

   Did that ugly flower arrangement fix everything in our relationship all at once? No, but we did become friends again. From there we started over and took it one day at a time. He saw me, and I saw him again.

   My hand passes over the ugly flower arrangement for this year. I slip my wedding ring back on for the first time in years. I turn the ring on my finger nervously. Twelve fresh Daisy wrap around each other. They sit next to his arrangement for this year.

   Daisy has more than one meaning. One is I have loved you a long time in secret. I never really stop loving him.

    Ten flowers, will you marry me. Maybe, I should have got eleven and that might mean remarry me. We can make up our own rules.


A/N: Please listen to the song playing to the end while you check out the flowers she got :) in order of appearance in the short story. 

update: I've been asked questions about this story which was cool in itself. You post things and think no one's going to read this. Then all of a sudden someone reads it and your like. Oh. I wrote this about a relationship where one person checked out. That feeling when you are alone in a relationship and realize that you need to walk away to save yourself. Some folks can do it and not walk away. Some folks can live that way there whole life and I got nothing against anything. Do you. This one is about someone who walked away. The pain of watching that other person move on and you still hopelessly in love with someone who doesn't see you. That empty fucking creator of emotions that you can do nothing about. That burn and fire when someone reenters and the pain. Letting yourself love again openly. release. I know this doesn't classify as traditional romance. more women's fic I guess but for me, romance hasn't been just about HEA and first meeting. Love has always been begin, middle, and end.  Where ever that end ends up being.

So, this year I hope you don't get roses. I hope you get a bunch of different types of flowers.  Or even better a  potted planned lol


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