Camellias
Forget what they told you. Forget what literally everyone has told you. It wasn’t about pheromones or friends in common or the time he took you to the country house when the camellias were blooming. (They looked like cakes, then, didn’t they? So very round, so very perfect and fat enough to bite into.) Don’t listen to their lies about romance, the smell that never leaves your clothes, the trap of calling back. It was years ago. Ask yourself who did this to you. Wonder why.
Last week you had a dream that you were eating those little flowers with your hands. Grabbing them They tasted of frosting. You woke with a stomach flu. One day you will buy a bouquet for yourself from a deli on your way home from a friend’s birthday party and set it in a vase in the kitchen and in that moment you will know.