FLORIOGRAPHY

A love story that starts in their college years. A Narcissus kind of love. Their lives changed as they fall in love. Is it unrequited? Is it mutual? Their story unfolds as they slowly care for each other. No, it's not unrequited. I bet it's not also mutual. But it's thornless. And above all, it is Gorse. It's Hibiscus and is full of Heliotrope.

And it starts with that lavender Rose.

It all started with a flower. What does it imply? Is it love? Is it jealousy? Is it compassion? Is it hate? Flowers signifies the mood and language of the people who couldn't express themselves well. I don't really understand why did people get too attracted to flowers, until I got one. I got a Primrose from him. And I gave a striped Carnation in return.

Call me selfish, but I care for him.

Call me a slut, but I never had anyone besides him.

Call me stupid, but I need to let him go.

Call me everything you want, all I want is a purple Tulip.

Because you're Arbutus.

You are that one red Chrysanthemum.

And I promise I would make it Eglantine Rose.

Berrirose.

Aster.