Bunga Aster Melambangkan Novels & Stories

"Do you know what these flowers symbolize?" he questioned, catching her attention from the bunch. He was again standing way too close to her, compelled by his heart. Serena shook her head as she didn't know. "They represents purity, strength, and resilience. It symbolizes our bond," he answered, smiling proudly. Serena brought her gaze back to the flowers, now seeing them in a new light- awed and impressed. "They are beautiful," she told him, affectionately caressing the tiny flowers. Asher stared at her with deep longing and love. Longing if unreciprocated is a curse.

How do I tell my best friend that I love her and that it has always been her all along? "And you know the meaning of larkspurs, my lady?" I continued, and she shook her head. I leaned closer to her neck and smelled her. God! I want to do a lot of things with her, but I am scared I will lose her. "Larkspurs represent the strong bond of love. It represents an open heart. The blue larkspur represents dignity and grace. The pink one symbolizes fickleness, love, and affection. White symbolizes happiness and joy, and the last one is the important one: my Lolita. The purple larkspur. Everywhere you go, you always see that one. Think of Dante Monroe, and I’ll be waiting for you."

I shook my head. "It symbolizes strength, beauty, loyalty, and love," she explained to me. "Love? Isn't it the rose that symbolizes love in flowers?" My abuela laughed again. "Oh, Rain—You are really a genius." She took a deep breath before speaking again. "You're right, but it's not just roses that have that meaning. For me, roses are too common when it comes to the aspect of 'love'. Orchids also have that meaning." I laughed. "Because it's unique?"