They came in shades of pink. My favorite.
Petals so soft, like whispers, blushed shyly from where they nestled against the leaves.
Like a bride on her wedding day.
Enchanted, my lips began to form a smile; a contented sigh on the brink of escape.
“... I don’t love you... I haven’t, for a long time...”
Flimsy whims shattered like broken glass.
Their jagged edges pierced through my skin, shooting pains and despair into my veins.
One pink bloom for every empty promise. A token of remembrance for a love long gone.
On top, a store printed card that dared me to defy...
“Happy Anniversary”
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