When it comes to romance in my life, I shy away from that concept and I merely flutter past you on a destination unknown to even myself. A plethora of reasons elude you. Fear keeps me from taking a risk and challenging what could and might have been. It doesn't mean that I don't love you, but rather that my perception of love has been tainted by past experiences and I don't want to apply that to you or lose what we have at present.
However, my presence as a friend can be compared to a plant with strong roots and you are nestled close to me in a garden of flowers, shrubs and trees. I am also the gardener who loves to dig into the earth, clear away the debris and water each plant. Lovingly nurtured from the start, I painstakingly cut away at the pieces hampering your growth until every single bud starts to bloom with eye catching clarity and beauty. Others should delight in that beauty for each blossom is a concentration of the purity and essence of your soul and it should be shown to the world. In the absence of light, or perhaps I should rather say love, the green leaves and blossoms start to wither and die. Eventually some of blossoms will have to die, because we grow and flourish as individuals as the years accumulate.
I treasure each moment with you my friend and the laughter and meaning you bring to my life. I will never disappear completely or leave you to fend on your own. There is strength in numbers and we can take on anything together as a team. Just like a bunch of plants slowly moving through our life cycle, we sometime turn our leaves and flowers toward the sun and other times we face and endure the rainy weather, but you are never alone.
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