This bloomed in my garden today. Remember how we begged that old man for one healthy branch of his tree so that we could grow ours? I can’t quite deny the fact that it was your idea.
Spotting those flowers everyday on our way home had become like our favourite pastime. Every day, at around 4 pm, we ran to his house just so that we could have a glance at these flowers. Back then I didn’t even know what they were called.
Up until this day, I am proud to know the very origin of this flower and everything that one should be knowing about something.
I guess that’s what we do when people leave without giving us the answers we deserve. I clung onto the tiny bits of yours that you left with me, every single thing that you ever mentioned is eternally traced in my mind. And no matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to put these behind me. I can’t seem to be nonchalant about the things and the memories that you left behind.
It’s been a year and a half. The plant is as healthy as a horse. No dried leaves, no bugs, no dead flowers. It only blooms gracefully. You might want to know about how our plant is doing, hence. At least, something that we can call ‘ours’
Infinite boulevard 