-February 17, 2017
I’ve been blessed with some fine flowers in my day! Some were expensive and some were inexpensive. The fairest of them all…to my heart? T’was a bouquet of cheap ass red carnations.
Some of you out there get me. Those who do, are the kind of people who appreciate the simple things in life. You are aware that it’s not about how much you spend, but the thought behind it. Prima Donna bitches be like, “Fuck that! I want roses or lilies.” Just saying.
Before you curse those cheap ass flowers your man bought, wishing they were as beautiful as your co-worker’s V Day bouquet, think of the gesture behind the ones you received. Don’t worry about your co-worker; you don’t know what she’s been through or what kind of man she has. Trust me, the most expensive flowers I’ve received were from Grade A Assholes!
While you’re comparing your worth to others based on worldly and commercial holidays, think of the the irony of something so beautiful and so fleeting. It is life, picked for your temporary enjoyment. Flowers are plucked from the earth, at just the peak of their lives, when they are most lovely, reassuring them of their oblivion. All to express admiration for you, the queen and mother of this earth.
Red Carnations appeared at the crucifixion of Yahweh. Since then, they have been used to show the deepest sentiments of love and affection. Their name means “flowers of the gods” and they are the oldest cultivated flowers in this world. Dope, right? Those were just facts I recently learned.
However, I mostly enjoyed them due to the intention behind this gift to me. They were a pleasant surprise. I cared for a love as he lay sick one night. The very next day, it was the first thing he bought, before his own medication. They were appreciation flowers; not B Day, V Day, or any other day we expect to get them. That was a real G move. Real Libra shit. Despite it all, that’s why I loved him…he was thoughtful when the opportunity presented itself. It didn’t hurt that he was a passionate lover. The red carnations lived the longest out of all the flowers I’ve ever received. Two whole weeks!
Sadly, as the flowers dies, so did we. Fear of genuine commitment got in his way. Not even a month later I discovered he was ‘hanging out’ with an ex that he previously met on Twitter. He even changed his profile picture to a to a selfie of he and she. That hurt like hell. Even though I had just slept with another man the night before. I had already sensed that his heart was no longer focused on me and needed to escape first to avoid the pain I still felt. The flowers couldn’t mask the karma doomed to reveal itself. Yet, they remain my favorite bouquet to date. Now… do I miss those red carnations? Always. They were the best, in every sense of the word. They made me feel like a goddess. Would I like another bouquet of them? Fuck no! Daisies are my favorite, actually. That is one bouquet I have yet to receive.
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