Have you ever wished that you never met someone? Not because you don't like them...but because you do? I never thought for one moment that I'd regret meeting him. I know him better than anybody else, he even told me that time and time again...or at least he used to.
"You'll always be my little, Flower." he would tell me as he stroked my cheek with his fingers as we laid on the truck bed staring at each other in the middle of nowhere underneath a blanket of stars.
He nicknamed me flower because my name is a flower, Azalea. I remember always feeling special, like I actually belonged somewhere for once in my life. I remember feeling like my whole world was suddenly restored and nothing was going to crumble ever again.
But all good things must come to an end, eventually.
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Lay Me Down On A Flower Bed
RomansaYoung Azalea Bentacourt reminisces on the past and what could of been. With the constant reminder of an ex lover, her parents suggest she take some time to recollect herself. While she's on the road to rehabilitation she comes in paths with a troubl...
