He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Submitted into Contest #86 in response to: Write a story where flowers play a central role.... view prompt

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Romance

A Flower a Day


He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.


I wonder if that’s true. Perhaps I live in a delusional sense that he loves me, but in reality, he does not. Am I too hopeful? Am I too naive?


He loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.


Or maybe his heart does belong to me? If it did, I would hope he would tell me. Imagine going on and on, wondering if the love of your life thinks of you.


He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.


What if I’m wrong? What if the flowers he sends me every day mean nothing? What if I’m nothing to him?


He loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.


No, I trust him. He would never lie. He has a claim to my heart, and I am grateful. On those lonely nights, he is there. He plays with my hair and recites sweet poems like the flowers he gives me.


He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.


Though, some part of me still refuses to believe he would choose me. I am just a girl in a modern world who simply enjoys smelling flowers when others would trample all over them. Does that make me different? 


He loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.


When his fingers trail over my skin and his lips are on mine, I forget everything. I am safe, I am home, and I am with him. I do not need anything more.


He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.


What if I need something more? What if he can’t give me everything I want? What if one day, he does not give me a flower and gifts it to someone else? He knows the flowers are my world, could and would he be so cruel?


He loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.


He whispers in my ear that he loves me most dearly. He reassures me I am his, and he is mine. I believe him every time. He promises we will stay together forever, no matter what happens. I believe him every time.


He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.


One day, like my flowers, he will wilt and die. Or even worse, he will see me as the withered flower and discard me for a fresh one. Would he do such a thing? Would he try to bring me back to life, or would he leave me to rot?


He loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.


I love him. I do. My heart breaks when he leaves and bursts when he comes home. Sometimes, even my flowers can’t compete with my love for him.


He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.


Sometimes I lay awake, knowing he is not in bed and is far away from home. Where does he go to make me feel so lost and alone? Will he come back?


He loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.


He always comes back. He brings me back more flowers and presses the old ones into books, so they stay with us forever. He tells me I smell of flowers, and he hasn’t known anything sweeter. I tell him not even my flora can compare to him.


He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.


I wonder if he ever steps on flowers when he walks alone in the park. He rarely does, but I know he has done it before. One day, will he step on me and not care?


He loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.


He says my name like I’m the greatest thing in his life, and I believe him every time. I say his name a thousand times, and the petals of my flowers bloom more when he smiles.


He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.


Sometimes the flower you might want is not in season. Am I always in season to him? Am I his favourite flower?


He loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.

He takes my hand, and we walk down botanical gardens because he knows how much I love them. He reads out the little plaques with information about every flower and then tells me no matter how much he loves flowers, he will love me more.


He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.


I watched him dig up the old magnolia tree. The white and pink flowers had slowly turned brown, and the tree would no longer produce flowers. I wonder if he will ever have to do this to me. Pull my decaying roots out of the ground, and toss me away like rubbish.


He loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.


He helps me plant a big wisteria in the backyard. He smiles, and he says he can’t wait for it to shoot up and have beautiful periwinkle coloured flowers. I grin and tell him I am excited as well.


He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.


He dug up red roses this time. I saw him wipe the sweat off his forehead and noticed him frown when he saw the roses were no longer red like the delicious strawberries in the garden. He dumps them in the bin, knowing he will never see them again. 


He loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.


His heart belongs to me, and our love grows like the healthiest flowers on the street. We are like flowers in a garden bed, growing with every beam of sunlight. Our love blossoms and blooms like no other, our vibrancy and love never unbreakable.


He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.


Until it does.


March 20, 2021 00:59

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42 comments

01:00 Mar 20, 2021

Idk how I came up with this, but I think it's because looking outside the window and seeing all the different types of plants, trees, and flowers inspired me. I'm not sure if you would call this poetry, but I like to think that it's a little bit like it. This is very short in comparison to a lot of my other stories, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! :)

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Amarah Friedman
19:49 Mar 20, 2021

Yes! It does feel a bit like poetry. I really enjoyed reading this. I think it reflects so many of our fears about being loved and being left. I particularly liked how your narrator saw herself as the flowers her husband (I assumed he was a husband, maybe a lover?) plucked or stamped on, planted or dug up-- a lovely transference of voice. I could almost hear the roses he discarded whispering, weeping. Even though the narrator never describes herself, I feel like I know her well. You did an excellent job making her experience universal but h...

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23:14 Mar 20, 2021

Thank you so much for the lovely comment, Amarah! :D

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Amarah Friedman
21:27 Mar 21, 2021

Of course! Truly a pleasure to read. I would love your feedback on my story, "Visions of the West," when you have a moment. Thanks!

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21:29 Mar 21, 2021

I'll have a read now :)

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12:53 Apr 14, 2021

I- I- I dont know what to sayyyyyyyyyyyy this was absolutely beautiful and flowed like poetry. It had a lot of rich emotions and the wording definitely reflected that. You're romance writing blows me away every time and it always feels very natural, and true. It was simple, yet had a much deeper meaning. Beautiful writing Jasey and amazing as always;)

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23:54 Apr 14, 2021

Hehe thanks, Luna! I really enjoyed writing this piece :)

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00:01 Apr 15, 2021

ofc!:D

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15:54 Mar 21, 2021

Congrats on reaching 1000 Karma Points. you definitely deserve it. all your stories, including this one are amazing!

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19:13 Mar 21, 2021

Thank you so much! I had more but I was recently downvoted, but a lot of people have been helping me out :)

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19:21 Apr 13, 2022

This story has a certain life I can't really put into words. A wonderful story Jasey Bear : )

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08:02 Apr 14, 2022

Awww thank you Leo <333

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12:49 Apr 14, 2022

Of course <3 <3 <3

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05:30 Apr 15, 2022

I like the new name btw, it's cute <3

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12:43 Apr 15, 2022

Thank you! It's what I plan my irl middle name to be, when I can legally change it of course(the bee bit- Prince seems pretty egotistical)

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04:02 Apr 18, 2022

Oooh I love it

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Megara Jackson
14:03 May 22, 2021

I- are you the reincarnation of a master poet or something? This is NEXT LEVEL!!!

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23:59 May 22, 2021

Ahahahaha I wish!! If I was, I hope I give off a Virginia Woolf vibe or Ralph Waldo Emerson vibe, cause I love their work. Thank you so much for the kind comment! :D

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Megara Jackson
12:25 May 23, 2021

I can't really compare to Woolf and Emerson because I haven't read their works yet (my TBR list is VERY backed up), but you do give me Edgar Allan Poe vibes~~~ Simple, yet beautifully written~~~

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22:36 May 23, 2021

Ooh yes, I do like Edgar Allan Poe too

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Megara Jackson
13:35 Jun 08, 2021

:DDD

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22:32 Jun 08, 2021

:)

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04:54 Apr 26, 2021

that was beautiful **sniffs** and the endline? why jasey- I loved the repetitive use of the "he loves me, he loves me not" phrases, it really tied the whole story together and made the emotions of doubt, love and content all the more clear. vuskcjm good work as always, ily girly, and unlike their bond ours will never break :)

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05:14 Apr 26, 2021

I'm sorry- not really ahahaha XD Arigato girly, ily too, tysm for reading :D

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05:24 Apr 26, 2021

I know ur not sorry :') and anytime girly <3

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05:25 Apr 26, 2021

MWUAHAAHA

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00:58 Apr 23, 2021

Hello! This was a beautiful story which sounded a bit like poetry but I think it went very well with the story/plot. Great job!

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01:01 Apr 23, 2021

Hi! Thanks for the sweet comment, Sienna! I'm glad you liked it, thanks for reading :)

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Writer Maniac
12:43 Apr 22, 2021

Woah. This was beautiful. It depicted the internal conflict of whether a person loves another or not really well, and the 'he loves me, he loves me not' provided a great transition between contrasting points. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it, very well written.

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21:10 Apr 22, 2021

Thank you so much, Mania. Glad you enjoyed reading :)

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09:15 Apr 06, 2021

there are multiple things that stood out to me about this. a) the he love me he loves me not. just the simplicity which breaks the paragraphs up, while showing her doubts is amazing. 2) the nameless characters. i love nameless characters because you can imagine them in anyway, which then makes them sees real to each individual reader. iii) the last line. it ended it so well and it shown the brutal truth of what love can be like. well done! i loved it

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21:36 Apr 06, 2021

Thank you so much! I tried using those two lines, changing them as I went along as something new, so I’m glad you enjoyed reading it! :)

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Feli Dusk
21:28 Mar 30, 2021

wooooooooooooooooooo

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00:31 Apr 03, 2021

Thanks bro :) I literally saw u write the comment and I STILL forgot to reply lmao

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Holly Fister
20:34 Mar 28, 2021

I found myself not reading the chorus he loves me, he loves me not, BUT I did always know it was there and felt like it echoed her doubts. So I would say I do like it, and I am all for experimenting with new formats! Good job!

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22:12 Mar 28, 2021

I agree, it was something new, I don't normally do it, but thanks for your feedback, Holly! :)

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01:12 Mar 27, 2021

You are so freaking good at romanceeeee gah I didn’t want this story to enddddd Like Amara said, I loved that you compared the narrator to the flowers her husband (lover?) dug up and plucked. You did an excellent job describing the fears of being left. It felt easier to relate to as well. Idk how you came up with this, but it was truly a masterpiece. No critiques. Loved this so much. Great job :DDD (Also, would you mind checking out my Reedsycast if you haven’t already? Your character is in it and I would like some honest feedback :))

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03:05 Mar 27, 2021

I'll leave it up to you as to whether you think it's her husband or just a lover. Sorry! I said I would but I was super busy, I'll check it out soon (promise fr)

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12:02 Mar 27, 2021

Got it :) Thanks! I noticed you left a comment. I’ll reply soon :)

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12:13 Mar 24, 2021

This is so... words aren't... words. I can't even say anything. Just great! :)

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22:14 Mar 24, 2021

Damn thanks man- I'm pretty proud of this piece too! :)

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