In Bloom
Prologue
Spring.
Its the the time of year where everything comes full circle.
What was once dead has been rejuvenated, reborn and new.
The cold dreary days gives way to lighter, happier times.
Flowers bloom and shots of colour stab the heart of the soulless winter months, leaving a world reawakening to its senses.
You were my spring. Of that I was sure.
When you came into my life, everything else came into focus. Everything seemed brighter. I was free and in love.
Completely in love with a man.
Who didn't know I existed.
I was a ghost to you, you and your friends.
I wanted you to see me, to see me, to see who I was.
You never did. Not until you found me.
Now I was watching a man wilt before my eyes.
Protruding cheekbones and hollow eyes stood out from your thin face.
The shine had worn off, all that remained was a dull tired man.
You hadn't slept in a while. I could tell.
Only embers of happiness remained.
That’s the odd thing about spring.
Once you adjust to the fresh start it brings, it becomes just like any other season that bleeds into the other. The only real thing that marks seasons is time.
That’s what I had become.
Nothing.
Nothing that bleeds into time and seasons...God knows I've seen a few now.
So have you.
And yet we always meet at the same time, at the same place every year.
Funny thing that.
I watch you.
You put down the same flowers every year in the same place. Plain white lilies with yellow chrysanthemums, the colours of death and spring combined. I could predict the message you would put in the card in your chicken scratch handwriting. It was always the same thing.
“I'm sorry -D”
Whenever I read that I could always feel my heart break and the threat of tears. I knew your simple, understated nature was always sincere. I could see it and I believed you.
I just wish I could forgive you.
