Thoughts I Had Today

Unspoken feelings and dread; from the garden you grew.

I wonder when I started looking at you differently?

Maybe during moments when we'd speak of a future we yearn to have; a place far where we are still together.

This new found spark that I thought I'd never have again—it is as if you planted a seed within my heart and each time we rekindle it grows.

A flower is blooming within your gentle hands.
But each time I acknowledge it, a sense of dread grows along with it.

Though, I feel that it is only me that feels this way, which forces me to disregard the new found love you grew—yet also each time I do, the once single plant, slowly becomes a garden; now hard to dispose.

Maybe I should have cut the bud right from the start. But what was stopping me?
Is it because I hope for it to become something new? Did I wish for it to become true?
I suppose that's the answer.

But then again, I may be the only one feeling this way.