As I lay awake, envisioning our love in rosy hues, you saw me in muted grays and browns. But you did not feel the passionate blaze I felt for you. You did not have the selfless yearning to please me the way I did for you.
Today, I will still think of you, your soft lips and your wicked arms
that entangled me, holding me hostage in your care.
But today, I will not cry.
I am not a flower. My value does not lie my beauty. I do not wither when plucked from my home. My roots are not shallow and delicate.
I’ll remind you that flowers bloom in spring even after the harshest winters and that they are more beautiful because of it.
In just 20 days, I will be graduating from college. When I flip my tassel from one side to the other, I will be closing the most vital chapter of my life thus far. But how do I say goodbye to somewhere?
My trip became the journey of self exploration I was yearning for. I lived for moments instead of images. I actually took in my surroundings and the beauty around me rather than constantly searching for the most scenic view.