Antoine's Curious Collection of Arbitrary Short Stories

Flower in Her Planet

I once courted a woman who I thought was the one. She's lovely for various reasons. I am in awe at her for everything; the way she stands there, the first time I saw her. It was funny how it makes me lose my balance wherever I am. She was talking to this person. I did not pay attention the details much since I'm struck on how her face is perfectly aligned; carved like a goddess of Greece; a representation of beauty in my eyes. Her existence awakened something within me and I haven't been the same since.

One evening, in the winter night of December, I asked her out. For the love of Christ, she said yes! I have never been this happy in my life. We talked and I listened, keenly, as she spoke her own language, like reciting verses I've never heard. She speaks beautifully and right there I knew I'm head over heels.

As time went by, countless dates we've shared, I asked her, finally, if she could be my lover and she replied, "Plant me a seed and give me the flower then I will answer," leaving me confused, drowned with questions I don't think I can find the answers.

I waited for the end of the cold season and when the spring came, I planted a seed. "This is love," I told myself. "Its patient."

I give it a drink so it won't thirst, feed it with warmth and comfort it with lullabies. I watched it grow into sprout, and cheered for the love from that little bud.

It leaves me a week alone waiting for a simple flower. I missed her. But love waits, so i will.

Another day passed and I pray, "Bloom, my love."

At last! The flower bloomed, beautifully, like her. I can't wait to hand this lovely flower to her, and without a second thought I took a scissor just under the table where I placed my flower. The sun rays and waved through the mirror. What a beautiful day it is! So I cut it and run as fast as I could.

My heart is pounding with a beat I will never forget, was it hope? Happiness and success? Was it the excitement of seeing her face as I imagined her saying the word I have only dreamed?

I knock, waiting on her doorstep and within seconds she opened it, "Beautiful," I thought. Oh how beautiful she is.

"I'm here for you so I can give this," I announced.

She smiled.

Slowly I give her the flower I hid in my back. I waited again, for her answers.

She took it and looked at it like she's been expecting it.

I waited for a smile, but a cold and disappointing stare is what she gave.

"Why?" I ask.

"Why?" She repeated me, as if in disbelief.

"How can you betray something that you have cared?" She asked.

Confused and hesitated, I didn't answer.

"You don't, don't you?" She said, broken, like I pierced her heart with my silence as my happiness turned to aches.