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| Of all the flowers I have ever smelled, the ones I am smelling right now have the most pleasing scent. I'm an existentialist. Momentary experience is reality at the moment. Yesterday the love of my life brought in a bouquet of freshly cut peonies and put them on my desk. The smell, if you know the aroma of peonies, is faint, but now they remind me of her, so exquisite. I would never want a whole garden of peonies, or any other scent. I crave diversity. Diversity in life, love and aroma. Is heartbreak how we mature? What do you mean by maturity? I'm skeptical. I have aged, but have I matured. My heart has been broken, but has it made me older or younger, smart or ignorant, childish or senile? How many things can break a heart? The diversity of heartbreak rivals the diversity of flowers. All flowers die, but most bloom again in the spring. |
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