Whenever I see you, I think a lot of lovely things about you. How wonderful your smile is, how engaged your eyes are when you speak about something you are passionate about, how good life looks on you. I wish on every drop of the ocean, that I had the courage to speak these words to you because I think you are lovely . . . but it’s like I have flowers in my mind and weeds in my mouth.
Before meeting you, I was perfectly fine in my empty castle filled with books and music and candles and words and cats but you entered and you are so like coffee, I am addicted. I imagine us solving crosswords together and cleaning each other’s coffee stains, and hogging the blankets to steal the warmth which is always so promising.
After you left, I was miserable. I used to think a lot about you, and wonder if your ears ring. If it does, it is not because you are broken. It’s only because I thought about you entirely too much, it was unhealthy. You reminded me of the wild sunflowers at the top of the hill, and now whenever I walk in the garden, I look for them, always getting disappointed when I saw roses instead.
After missing you for too long, I met this amazing guy. He smells like lilacs and something sweet. Whenever we have coffee, I add extra sweeteners because that’s how my life is right now. One day, our hands brushed when he was adding cream to my coffee. After that, he gave me a warm smile.
I like his smile too much. As much as yours.
So, when we walk in the garden, I still find myself looking for wild sunflowers. But here’s the thing: I’ll always look for wild sunflowers. But now, I have found a reason to look for lilacs too.
And lilacs, in my opinion, are beautiful.