It was eight in the morning and I had climbed out. I was carrying a bouquet of daffodils, sneaking into Mina's.
She was going back to Korea, a family gathering she said. I was desperate and it was the only way I'd be able to do this. I was sending daffodils for her birthday. I had tied a pastel pink ribbon tainted with the scent of brewed coffee. A poem was attached to it, it was simple but it was the only way.
Everything may have looked plain and simple, but there was a story tied to every aspect of that package.
Daffodils, meant unrequited love. Coffee, for that day I saw her at the cafe. Pastel pink, the universal color of love. 30 flowers, divide that by the number 10, the time I told her to come, you get 3. 3, I love you.
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❤💬✉️
❤ 10
azuki_san: 💜💜💜
please remember how we smiled like nothing in this world could bring me to leaving you
but alas, it's all just a pigment of my dumb imagination it won't ever happen, won't it? but i'll do everything for this.
