For The Flowers That Didn't Bloom In May

I remember you asking me one starry night to write something about you. And that, i intended to do but i want this one to be perfect... as perfect like the flowers that bloom in May. I wanted to write about how gorgeous your eyes were when you lay beside me, the cute sound you make every time you suck in the remaining syllables of your laughter, the exhilarating sweet scent of your mouth that i can't seem to get enough of, the feel of your smooth skin and the way you grab hold of my hand not to stop me from sliding down further but rather, to tease. All these things i wanted to write about in a way not too obvious. I wanted this idea to be embodied in a text with a hymn of mystery and eloquence.

But before i could utter a reply, a falling star came like a teardrop in the sky. Perhaps a stroke of bad luck, i was not able to cast a wish... a wish sealed with the hope that will bind us together and obliterate the scars of the past. You were ecstatic. You made your wish in time.

The star that fell must have carried you with it as it disappears to oblivion because when i looked down to once again catch a glimpse of that light brown eyes, you were nowhere to be found. The promise to write something about you... to write a sweet story on how fate brought us together is now more like a testament on how i loved you so much and why it wasn't meant to be. It is now more like a story of the flowers that didn't bloom in May.