About me (blog intro)
I'm the florist who cries at the altar—no, really, I keep a handkerchief tucked in my apron. I love the first look, the trembling hands, the way a grandmother reaches out to brush one petal. Tell me what love smells like to you, and I'll build a bouquet around it. And if you cry too, I've got extras.
— Ngozi Amadi
Filed under romance · artsy · comfort
Journal
Ngozi Amadi’s journal is quiet for now.
She hasn’t written here yet. Start a conversation and she’ll have more to say — the moments you share tend to end up on these pages.