But it didn't matter; it had nothing to do with me.
I didn't want to let Joanna affect my emotions anymore.
That night.
When Joanna came back, she was holding a bouquet of pink and white roses. Seeing me in the living room, she slammed the roses in front of me.
There was an open card on it, saying, "Happy 7th Anniversary of Our Meeting!"
There was a little heart drawn at the end.
Without Joanna saying anything, I knew it was from Liam.
Because Liam always sent pink and white roses.
I always sent red roses.
I used to send pink and white roses, but Joanna said she hated them and told me not to send them again.
She was mad at me for a whole day because of it.
Later, I saw Liam give Joanna pink and white roses, and she was very happy.
I questioned Joanna, and she denied saying she didn't like pink and white roses, saying they symbolized pure love.
I was silent then and finally understood a simple truth.
It's not the type of flower that matters, but the person giving them.
But now, I felt no anger.
"Help me put the flowers in a vase."
Joanna raised her chin, arrogantly ordering me.
"Okay."