" her damaged petals were what made her more beautiful than all the other flowers. "
" but a poem is never actually finished. it just stops moving."
a pretty cessation for the prettiest person.
this is a small farewell carrd i put together, from the bottom of my heart.
of course, it's impossible to convert the joy you have given me in our time together into simple words, but it feels as though it's a gesture that i need to do. however excessive it might appear, i want to show you what you mean to me.
in small little ways.
" you made me feel like i was enough. that was enough. "
i think starting things off is always the hardest part. both in this context and in general. i was never very good at starting things off. very reclused and in my bubble about things. either you were the opposite, or you were very good at wearing that facade, but you appeared so loud and bubbly in all the best ways, like you would take on the world for any one of us had we said the word.
maybe it was because you were such an uncommon kind of person, but you did make me feel ever so safe and loved. you were like the summer sunshine, akin to a sometimes overbearing envelop of warmth, meaning only love and care. the warmth of the sun in the early morning is difficult to adapt to immediately, but it wakes you up in the morning to face the day head on, does it not?
you remind me of that. the morning sun.
" i was overflowing with you,
i was a waterfall. "
i've been introduced to many kinds of suns in my life. you are by far the brightest. you were blinding, almost. it's hard to stare at the sun for long, but once you get a glimpse through the blinding exterior, it's quite pretty, isn't it?
the more i got to know you, the more i found out about you. you weren't nearly as blinding and intimidating as the morning sun, but you carried the same warmth it did. you felt more akin to a flower. a bright one, nonetheless. a sunflower. it's more fragile, more delicate, and easier on the eyes. it was the heart and soul of you. like the core of the sun. the soft yellow tones, symbolic of warmth, without really providing any actual warmth, unlike the sun. however, you so effortlessly provided that warmth anyway.
you remind me of that. a sunflower.
" but the drip had to stop. everything that starts eventually has to end. "
one of the most appealing factors of a flower is it's appearance. it's used to compliment more often than it's complimented itself. i wonder if that's what you felt like sometimes. you were so eager to care, and you cared like hell. and caring was hard, i'm sure. you tried to bloom further, and life came running to pluck a petal off your head.
i don't blame you for the decision, believe me. you're such a bright and beautiful flower. and i think a flower such as yourself deserves to take a little journey alone to find their path to being complimented just as much as they compliment others. you lose a petal or two along the way, but they remain parts of you even as you leave them behind.
you remind me of that. a falling flower petal.
" i just don't want you to think that i'm anything other than proud of you. proud of us. "
i think sunflowers compliment me. and i do try to compliment sunflowers. sometimes, a flower hasn't bloomed enough yet to be complimented. and as it blooms and grows, it picks up different names. a seed, a bud, blooming, and the like.
i met you when you were lithe. and i'll always remember you as lithe. you may grow and pick up a different name. but i hope i'll be remembered when you think of the time when you were lithe. the beautiful, ever so hopeful lithe. you could only go up from here, and i hope you grow to be even more beautiful than you already are. i'm honored to have been a part of this life. if we do meet again, i hope to see you blooming, reaching even greater heights. and i'll be right there, nestled inside your memories, inside these four little paragraphs, for as long as you need.
you'll always remind me of that. lithe.