2020
it's been a year.
it's been a year since we've met on the buttercup field.
i've looked everywhere for him.
i can't find him.
i can't find him anywhere.
i'm on the buttercup field right now, tears falling down my face as i come to realisation that i won't find him.
i fall onto my knees as more tears fall down my red cheeks.
it hurts.
it hurts so much.
but my eyes caught a glimpse of a folded peicd of paper.
it was suffocated in between the buttercups and folded many times making it appear very small.
i grabbed it with the tears still staining my cheeks and opened it.
'you are my buttercup'
