I first saw you in the flower field, dancing gracefully under the morning light. At that moment, I caught sight of a Gaillardia's human embodiment. The sunset cast such a vibrant glow upon you, enough for me to almost think of you as the sun itself. Upon being noticed, you've given me the warmest, yellow tulip-like smile full of joy and affection, which indeed solidified my point. You then gestured for me to come closer, and together, our hands were bound as our souls were simultaneously conjoined.
In the flower field was where I learned to love and appreciate you more. Having a clearer view of what was in front of me made me realize this further. Your lips were as red as that of a rose; Your scent was as fragrant as jasmine — a particular smell that tickled my nose. And with luscious green eyes, you complimented the grass we laid down on. A Gardenia-Hisbiscus hybrid was what I claimed for you to be, for your beauty was what I could only describe as a mixture of all that is pure and delicate. To keep this fondness that I have as a secret is a rather unfortunate circumstance, indeed.
Overall, to me, you symbolized a gorgeous bouquet never to throw away, one I'd cherish for all eternity. I'd sing to you, shower you with praises you rightfully deserve to be addressed with; I'd greet you each day with an energy that'll create enough heat to comfort you to let you know how much I desperately care. I've been known to lack a green thumb, but still, I held out hope that my continuous efforts to show you that my feelings were real, would overpower what is considered natural talent, in allowing our version of the Garden of Eve to flourish and grow.
Perhaps I wished for too much, for in the flower fields was where we sadly fell apart. Your words were like thorns that pricked me deep, as I took your utterances to heart.
"We can no longer be together, starting today."
And so, it became clear to me; You were more similar to plants than I originally thought, much to my dismay. You soon turned into a Makahiya plant, cowering under my touch, as I tried to reason with you, begging to be given a proper explanation.
What you made me feel was awfully close to carnations in a yellow hue. After everything we've done and been through, you decided to reject me, I was devoured by disappointment that was more of a reflection of how I felt towards myself, rather than you; For what once was a blazing star — blissful and ecstatic — developed into a purple hyacinth mixed with petunias in lieu.
Overflowing with sorrow and resentment, I left you in that horrible flower field, one hand holding a lily in a tight grasp, the other with pink and white tulips in its possession. You gave these to me to convey your well wishes and to offer a sympathetic apology. In spite of this, I persistently refused to acknowledge that this was our end. How could this be the disconcerting conclusion to something that has yet to fully blossom?
I waited long and I waited patiently, for you to give me a sign. Maybe this was a joke all this time? Or was it that you were too kind to confess that you wanted to be temporarily left alone? I was stubborn; I needed answers, and I needed you. I desired to express to you still, my undying love. And I did simply that, in the sole method I knew how.
Every day, without fail, I kept sending flowers your way. Camelias, sunflowers, balloon flowers, salvias, forget-me-nots, and white clovers. All to remind you that what we previously had I’ve miserably failed — as a result of barely trying — to get over from. I aimed to prove to you that I was devoted to our eternal love and that my adoration for you shall forever remain. For as long as I could, I gave you something to remember me by, hoping you'd stay healthy as you live your life to the fullest.
The flower fields I yearned for days, for months, for years; Until I found a letter tucked inside my mailbox, with a couple of flowers neatly arranged with it too. White roses and poppies signifying loyalty and recognition stood out. I was incredibly dumbfounded and stunned; You had me in a lavender haze. Voice shaking slightly, I whispered to myself,
"Is this true?"
Naturally, because I knew who this would've belonged to.
As I skimmed the contents of the note, I wept. And in the night of that glorious happenstance, little have I slept. My prayers have been answered, my efforts were finally rewarded! The morning after, I rushed to deliver you begonias and bluebells, as a token of gratitude.
The sky was filled with dark clouds — a telltale indication of forthcoming bad weather. To me, it didn't matter, however, for I was determined to carry on the deed. The request written within your letter, filled with emotion, you wrote it in the form of a poem; A testament that what transpired between us two, has passed its hibernation phase and is now transitioning into the season of spring.
You can only imagine the relief and excitement your note brought to me. Thus, once everything had been settled, I turned to your letter one more time and smiled.
Penned in cursive, your message reads:
"Take me to the flower fields —
A place where tiny, colorful blooms are the only weapons we wield.
Let the towering mountains serve as our shield
As we mend the bruises we longed to be healed.
Relish in the solace;
Let our thoughts, our worries momentarily be sealed,
For in this grassy field,
Solely our feelings buried within,
Craving for peace, and for better, brighter days to begin
Shall be revealed, shall be released therein."
Anna, also known as Franzzine Delacroix is a 19 year old college student from the Philippines.
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