The Language of Love

I have been staying at a friend’s house for a few days.  When I was at home last night, I found another friend had dropped off some flowers for me.  I think they are heart-breakingly beautiful in their naturalness and the way “real” flowers discard leaves.

Trevor said when I am gone, there is a “Nina-shaped hole in him”.  If anything, that just makes me love him more 🙂 .

8 thoughts on “The Language of Love

  1. it wasn’t until my ex bf and i broke up, that i noticed that the voice inside my head had a british accent… that i’d kept him with me.

    • You rock!

      Sent with fat fingers from my tiny iPhone. Please excuse me being illiterate or laconic.

      On Dec 20, 2012, at 4:36 PM, Accidentally Nina

  2. They were a little fresher when I dropped them off, I didn’t know you were sleeping around 😉 I never seem to arrive to pick roses at the exact right time, or maybe we just don’t have enough bushes to have enough flowers ready at any given time. They sure smell god though!

  3. Around and about is right :). But not like that. Just staying with a friend. And I loved the roses. I only love real ones like yours. Not store-bought ones.

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