Dear Journal,
Today I puked pink camellias when I saw Yuuri at the garden with Greta. From the book that I've read earlier, it says that pink camellia means I'm longing for you and it's true. I'm longing for him but I know I can't. He made it clear every single day, that he doesn't love me like that.
I'm alright. I'm happy as long as he is. Even though it hurts I'll keep on smiling. For him.
Yours Truly,
Wolfram von Bielefeld
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Flowers Of My Love ( Yuuram )
FanfictionHanahaki AU I never really planned on loving you, but I did. I thought it was alright, 'you'll love me back soon enough' that's what I told myself but I'm beginning to doubt that. Ever since the first few petals.
