S
Shan
Guest
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"What is your favorite thing to read about and what do you write about? I don't know if I could ever be that creative." She had laughed softly at herself. It felt wonderful. She had been about to say something to him but he had handed her the indigo iris. She had a blush on her cheeks as she brought the flower to her lips as she breathed the wonderful fragrance in through her nose. Her heart fluttered with the excitement of receiving a flower.
"Did you know that the iris symbolizes wisdom and compliments? While indigo represents the need to sit still and listen to your own soul." She kept staring at the flower and smiling. It was the first flower she had ever gotten. She looked back up at Felix, "I think that this flower may represent you too." She smiled , for some reason she couldn't seem to stop herself. "Thank you." Her lips lightly brushed over his cheek. She kept looking at the flower and spinning it between her fingers.
"I enjoy collecting music and I study flowers. My mother had a small flower shop but I had to sell it. I couldn't take care of my mom and run it at the same time. I grew up with flowers and my mom taught me everything about reading people and their wishes and expressing them through flowers and colors. It was just her and I. We grew our flowers in our yard." She shook her head with the smile still on her face. "It seems like such a long time ago. I just haven't had any time." She laughed a little looking back down at her indigo iris. "She would always tell me how romance was a dead language and it was her calling to revive it through flowers." She smiled looking back at him.
"Did you know that the iris symbolizes wisdom and compliments? While indigo represents the need to sit still and listen to your own soul." She kept staring at the flower and smiling. It was the first flower she had ever gotten. She looked back up at Felix, "I think that this flower may represent you too." She smiled , for some reason she couldn't seem to stop herself. "Thank you." Her lips lightly brushed over his cheek. She kept looking at the flower and spinning it between her fingers.
"I enjoy collecting music and I study flowers. My mother had a small flower shop but I had to sell it. I couldn't take care of my mom and run it at the same time. I grew up with flowers and my mom taught me everything about reading people and their wishes and expressing them through flowers and colors. It was just her and I. We grew our flowers in our yard." She shook her head with the smile still on her face. "It seems like such a long time ago. I just haven't had any time." She laughed a little looking back down at her indigo iris. "She would always tell me how romance was a dead language and it was her calling to revive it through flowers." She smiled looking back at him.