You picked a flower for me.
Every summer when I walk past that flower garden, I see the one you chose for me. It whispers the poems you wrote for me, It sings the melody of your heartbeat. It reflects the beauty of your soul.
Every summer, I pick that flower and take it home with me. I put it away in the box, yes, that box. When you bought me my favorite necklace for our first anniversary, it had that princess pink box.The 15 flowers I have gathered have rotted away but they still look as fresh to me as they were on that summer day.
When winter came, the roads were slippery, but I insisted on taking you to the flower garden, even tho I knew that there would be no flowers. When we stood by that flower garden holding hands, reminiscing our first summer together, when you picked the first and last flower for me, you handed a note to me, you said “Baby, take 20 steps away from me, and then read this note” So I Did.
“One, Two, Three, Four” I couldn’t count with ease, I was slipping on ice, with every step, “seventeen, eighteen” I looked at the note, It was almost open, “nineteen” I looked up to look at you, we smiled, I was about to open the note when I saw that car come behind you. I watched helplessly, I called your name to alert you.
Its still clear in my head, the memory is unforgettable. The moment was to unreal.
You didn’t watch me take the 20th step.
The note you wrote for me, I read it 5 years after the incident, you wrote with your childish writing “We’re Two body’s, one soul. You and me are always going to be together, even If death does us apart. I Love you”
10 years on. Its summer right now, Im picking the flower once again, the beauty of it is, I can sense you in the air, I can feel your embrace. I miss you.
You picked a flower for me.
Every summer when I walk past that flower garden, I see the one you chose for me. It whispers the poems you wrote for me, It sings the melody of your heartbeat. It reflects the beauty of your soul.
Every summer, I pick that flower and take it home with me. I put it away in the box, yes, that box. When you bought me my favorite necklace for our first anniversary, it had that princess pink box.The 15 flowers I have gathered have rotted away but they still look as fresh to me as they were on that summer day.
When winter came, the roads were slippery, but I insisted on taking you to the flower garden, even tho I knew that there would be no flowers. When we stood by that flower garden holding hands, reminiscing our first summer together, when you picked the first and last flower for me, you handed a note to me, you said “Baby, take 20 steps away from me, and then read this note” So I Did.
“One, Two, Three, Four” I couldn’t count with ease, I was slipping on ice, with every step, “seventeen, eighteen” I looked at the note, It was almost open, “nineteen” I looked up to look at you, we smiled, I was about to open the note when I saw that car come behind you. I watched helplessly, I called your name to alert you.
Its still clear in my head, the memory is unforgettable. The moment was to unreal.
You didn’t watch me take the 20th step.
The note you wrote for me, I read it 5 years after the incident, you wrote with your childish writing “We’re Two body’s, one soul. You and me are always going to be together, even If death does us apart. I Love you”
10 years on. Its summer right now, Im picking the flower once again, the beauty of it is, I can sense you in the air, I can feel your embrace. I miss you.
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