Camellias Can't Cross Love

They met when the camellias bloomed.

A delicate distance lay between them. When they drew close, their hearts fluttered; when they pulled away, they were left with a wistful ache. Their relationship was never defined, and they made no promises about the future. All those moments when they wanted to speak but held back fell among layer upon layer of white petals.

They were a gentle chance encounter in each other's lives, like camellias: passionate yet shy, blooming in full splendor but reluctant to reveal their hearts.

An unrequited love with no answers, a tender story that ends before the confession.