Beloved Flower Lover,
She still had morning hair, he was still asleep. His place. Their bed.
They had sorted out their differences for about a week now and it was good. Secret harmful fears dissolved by the light of love. Not through ‘blind faith’, but through an experience of knowing instead. Trust was regained. No space for anything else. It felt good again.
She popped to the loo and heard a knock on the door. Who was it?
Their mutual friend, his neighbour extending flowers to her. “I saw you come over last week. Fancy a cup of tea and a natter?” she asked. Face beaming. “No self improvement, no gossip, just a nice cup of tea and a natter”
She still had morning hair, he was still sleeping in bed. His place, their bed. They had already repaired what he used to think could have been unforgivable. They were honestly reconnected again. Heart to heart. It had created a bright light aura around them.
She looked at the offering of flowers, looked into her heart and the answer was…
The London Flower Lover
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