There was a boy.
He made flowers bloom around him, he made women fall on their knees.
His beauty was not everyone's cup of tea, but his movements were as beautiful as tulips,
as elegant as roses.
But he could not see me.
He was too far away, too focused on himself.
Maybe that was what was so attracting about him, knowing he was not anyone's, knowing he was free.
Days went by, and he slowly lost his habits.
He slowly noticed a little daisy blooming where he had not found his heart months before.
A persistent, little daisy, not too special, but stubborn.
I didn't even realize I had let myself grow there, grow where I knew was a risky place.
Months went by, every word he let out, every message he wrote, every little thing he did was filled with love where months before had been indifference.
And I grasped it.
He was not a boy, he had never been one to start with.
He was a man.
He had always been a man.
- e.k (08.06.2021)
