Trying to change things up a bit. Being silly and channeling my inner Bela Lugosi.
And you can actually see it in this pic a little bit better. I broke my nose when I was eighteen. I found a tree of hydrangeas and although they were beautiful, they smelled amazing.
(It was sort of like this, only during summer, not winter)
I thought Dea would love some, so I climbed the tree and began plucking merrily away and the last one I grabbed happened to be particularly stubborn. But I didn’t want to leave it since I had already snapped the stem. So I pulled and the branch snapped back and cracked me right across the bridge of my nose. It bled for hours. How hardcore is that, I spilled blood for my dear one’s pleasure.
I didn’t tell her about my mishap (she fusses excessively over me and she was only eleven), but when I gave her the bouquet, her entire face just lit up. And when she smiles…! And her dimples are adorable. Always have been. But yeah, a broken nose was definitely worth it. .
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