The Blooms Of My Garden

Our Story #2

I remember when you first told me you loved me I was terrified of losing you. You held my hand and told me stop over thinking.

I remember we were hanging out in your bedroom binging on The Bigbang Theory and eating pizza when I told you my guilty pleasure was living out clichés in my real life.
I told you I didn't love you from the first moment I met you but since then you've grown on me. I am attracted to you.

We were talking about falling for each other's eyes because eyes never age. That way our love will never change I failed to tell you that even though eyes don't age love does.

You were crying in my lap telling me you hope I don't change like your parents did and I murmured a faint reply of our love changing for better because nothing stagnant could ever survive us.

But then your presence just diminished from my life. You got so busy with your life that you forget I existed in it too. What happened to your effort?

It's been months but once in a while I end up thinking of you. I don't want to but I do. I keep telling myself I will stop writing about you but that day hasn't arrived yet.

I wish for a final goodbye to lock up the memories in some corner of my heart so that I never have to visit them again, hopefully bury the key somewhere and mark its grave.

That was the ending I needed but not the ending I got.
Maybe the story isn't over yet, a final chapter is yet to be written.