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Some people were so lucky. Their flowers had bloomed into beautiful relationships. Roses that spoke of passion and love, or sunflowers that always seem to point towards the happier side of life. Lilacs and lilies line the hearts of the people of the world. Some people would wait like a morning glory for their sun to bloom, as they watch the world go by. Others grew out and sought their soulmate like Ivy climbing a tree. Some found disappointment, when they saw that their flower had begun to wilt, indicating the death of their partner. Others took time to bloom, and like a hydrangea each blossom bloomed with each encounter, only to erupt with passion and beauty when the time finally arises. Some float isolated for days, until finally their lover burst into their lives, breaking their beautiful isolation from the pond.
No matter how it happens, you knew one of the outcomes was inevitable. Ever since you were young, you saw your mother’s own blossom bloom with every passing day that she was with your father.
You had just returned home from school, you were changing into a more appropriate outfit for the evening. As you stripped off your school shirt, you decided to stare at the flower that was currently resting on your chest. Its inky petals reminded you of your own life and how your love life was going. You began to stare more intently down at the flower, identifying it in your mind…