(I didn't write this but my boyfriend [Algebro ] wrote it for me and I just think it's so beautiful and plus the 11.7/17 was our 10 moth anniversary so this is kind of a dedication to that♡
~enjoy!)
♡27.5/17♡
As my gentle footsteps trembled across the bare street of thick cement, my eyes wandered from one person to another.
Yet non of them caught my eye, as if I was blindly staring into an empty glass.
Before I knew it my trembling feet stopped to my head-up-high mind great surprise.
The air got thinner, my fragile pupils widden themselves to some things out of the ordinary.
Some of them more pretty than others, some of them tall, pride and others small, complicated and caught up in the wind.
There was a human-looking figure sitting on a what seemed to be plastic chair behind a table but this figure was nothing
compared to the colorful, shifting yet strong and natural organisms that once and ever caught my eye.
Even the ugly, gruelsome ones were somehow a pleasure to me, a mystery, yet it made me feel each and every vein underneath
my thick, dry skin and before I knew it, a drop of fluid fell down my cheek. A tear? I thought but no, I had been standing
there for longer than I imagined. I shivered as I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder. I heard a soft mumbling, most likely
louder to others than to me but did not matter anymore for I was free. There was a red, flawless honeylooking rose with
each leaf told a story. Then there was the lonesome, low hanging plant, which no one bought and no one knew, but what no
one knew is that it had survived for many years before reaching the climate of depression. Suddenly the mumbling turned
into a loud cutting voice only a few centimetres away from my ear, I fell down only to realize I kept falling.
You see, I loved them all, sad, pride, happy or beautiful they still caught my eye. Because a damaged orchidé is yet an
orchidé as always and each and every rose has it's sharp peaks, but it is that is the brings out the beauty and the
passion. For no love is pure, smooth and innocent. We call those fake, and who would want a flower made out of the
one of many things that ruin the lives of these incredible organisms and who would want an everlasting love with no
pain and no rivalty. As I stood myself up I glanced at the figure from before and much like the flowers I noticed that
this figure, this woman was damaged, low-hanging and her eyes were red from the extinction of fluids. The fluids she
needed to live. So I leaned over and wrapped my weak arms around her body and embraced her for a hug. I watered her for
many years to come. I brought her love and affection, flowers and music. Her eyes turned paler than than a lightning, her
skin slowly healed and then one day, she stood straight up, proud to be have been and still is hybrid, a rose, an orchidé
and a unrecognized plant. So different yet so beautiful and he realized that no matter how ugly, sad or damaged one thing,
one person is. Love sees potential in the ugly. Love is not looking for plastic, it is looking for a change.
Much like I know, that every day, fighting for your wellbeing is worth it. You are just a damaged rose, a low hanging
orchidé and a forgotten plant. But trust me, you will never be forgotten to me.
~ (I love you, darling♡ )
