realm of flowers | amourshipping
It's hard to accept that I wasn't the princess in his fairy tale. Seeing him with her- aura of joy, gazes of unconditional, unadulterated love, what choice did I have other than being happy for their coupling? However, my heart couldn't accept that he yearns for another. Although my mind desperately clings onto any traces of rationality, the flowers in my lungs blossom in response to my heart's heartsick and hopeful song of a future for us. [began: 2017; uncompleted]…
