STAGE ONE. the beginnings of love, or rather, the process of falling. it creeps up on you, silently, and by the time you realize it, it's too late. you're already in its embrace.
STAGE TWO. the journey of love. longing stares and the inexplainable urge to spend one's time with the root of their infatuation. it builds, it grows, and then it crumbles. and the aches don't seem to leave you alone.
STAGE THREE. the first drop of a petal. something so small in the palm of your hand feels harmless, perhaps even beautiful. but the crimson that stains it, the pain that follows each cough, it reminds you of how deadly something meant to signify love can be.
STAGE FOUR. fully fledged flowers are created, followed by the thorns that accompany it. you can feel each scrape of it leaving your throat, the blood spilled alarming. it becomes hard to breathe, and suffocation slowly steps in.
STAGE FIVE. the end. if one does not tend to their garden fast enough, the rate at which things grow becomes impossible to nurture. eventually, you're nothing but a corpse, and the irony in which life still seems to spill from your lips become laughable.
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the flowers bloom, just like my love
Fiksi Penggemar"these flowers...they remind me of the love i feel. the thorns, the suffocation, he's worth all the pain." or; following the five stages of hanahaki, you find yourself falling in love with a man who will never love you back.
