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Flowers

The flowers just keep on coming up. It's like a neverending torment of petals. She doesn't like me at all in the way I want her to. The way I need her to. That's why I'm coughing up these damn things. I should of never fallen in love with her.

She was kind and sweet to me. She still is but they gave me the horrible disease. The disease of love, of unrequited love.

Hanahaki disease is what they call it. There are two ways to get rid of it. Get the person to fall in love with you or get surgery but lose all emotions.
Let me tell you I've always been the type to express my feelings and emotions. They are my guide to life and I don't want to lose her.

At the same time I'm not that charming. I'm clumsy, I'm not the most attractive person on the market, and I have a slight speech impediment.

So my chance of getting with her is close to none yet at the same time I don't want to lose what I treasure the most, besides her. So now I am stuck in this rut with nothing to do but to just sit and wait to die off from it or choose from two horrible options. One leading to embarrassment. The other leads me to be a robot who is just a blank slate of emptiness.

What on earth should I do? The blue roses are coming up faster! What should I do!

I think I made up my mind. I choose...Oh no, we don't have anytime left the vines are poking just below the skin! I'm going to die! Just when I was going to try to confess to her! Well I should at least try uttering something. I can't the roses are in the way....
Oh well, at least I tried, right....