Dear Adam, (#2 in series)

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Dear Adam,

You were the very first flower I picked, from the field of flowers. To me you were the red rose amongst daisies. I loved you with all my might, because you were my first.

Sadly, flowers do not last. I learned that the hard way and that's okay. I still love you, I always will. But, I have to let you go. I cannot spend my days crying over a wilted flower. For i loved the flower too much, and because of that I drowned it in water thinking I was helping it when in reality i was killing it.

Now I've found a tree. And I fell in love again with the marks on his bark. Trees last longer then flowers do. So I hope my heartbreak will wait. But sometimes trees get cut down, so I promise to stay on my toes. Sometimes his needles prick me unintentionally and I get hurt, that's just part of the deal.

You were my first, but he's my now.

Please forgive me, where ever you are. Maybe you have been reincarnated into something strong and beautiful because that's what you were. Or maybe your in another universe, living another life. It's also possible that you became darkness, but I'd like to think otherwise.

In years from now, its possible i will forget about you altogether. I will forget the way your hand felt in mine, how sweet your kisses were, how it was to be in your embrace, or they way your laugh sounded, but I promise you I will never forget the way you would say "I love you" softly in my ear when I was on the brink of falling asleep, making it seem like it was ok to not love myself, that I was still capable of being loved.

I will probably forget your name as time passes. Adam will turn into Aiden and Aiden will turn into Aaron until I cant recall if your name started with an A or a G.

Still, I will be able to remember wisps and fragments of what we shared.

Because you were a flower, and you were full of beauty and sweet things, but I plucked you from the ground and put you in a vase, trying to capture your picture perfect beauty for as long as I could, even though I knew you would last longer left in the ground. I corrupted your beauty and you couldn't last under the pressure of being perfect.

I think I dove into the deep end of insanity, but that's what love does. It makes you go insane and think your still sane.

I'm comparing flowers to trees, but that's the only way I can describe it.

I have to go now, Sawyer wont stop kissing me.

Full of Love,

Bailey xoxo