TOO WILD TO TAME
On the vanity, lit up by the morning sun like they were glowing on purpose…an absurd, huge bouquet of red camellias.
Not roses, camellias. Deep, velvet, impossible red. The language of flowers drilled into me by months of boring etiquette lessons my mother made me learn screamed in my head…
I love you beyond cure.
My heart aches for you.
You are the flame in my soul.
Undying, ridiculous, dramatic love.
Those are what camellias symbolize.
I walked over like I was in a trance, lifted the heavy crystal vase, and buried my face in them. The scent hit me like a drug, sweet, rich, a little dangerous and I exhaled.
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