By Sara Chana Brummel
A flower is so beautiful. Yet there’s always that twinge of dread at the inevitability of them wilting and dying away. That was the feeling I first had when I realized I was in love. I reveled in its beauty and dreaded its ultimate demise.
One night, I sat crying when he came an hour late to pick me up. I dreaded the worst that night. Yet when I finally gathered the courage to confess my feelings to him, he got down on one knee and handed me a wooden rose.
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