Everyone heard her laugh uncontrollably, yet no one noticed the deep sigh that followed. Her high spirits made me wonder, how often she cried herself to sleep. She being there for everyone, only proved that no one ever did for her. That girl has a story. A story, I want to know and if I am lucky enough to become a part of.
Hope is a beautiful thing.
I hope whenever you see sunflowers you think of me, or chrysanthemums or any flower for that matter. I hope when you think of me, you have enough love in your life that you don't ache for mine but still miss it a wee bit in a sweet way. I hope when you think of me, you smile for all the times I made you smile and you me. I hope your heart finds so much happiness and peace that you think of me only in passing as a faint memory of what could have been but never will be. I hope when it is time for me to finally go, you find out about it and shed a tear or two. I hope that when we meet in heavens you and I can finally be friends. Alternatively, when we are reduced specks of dust, I hope we fall in the same garden, become the soil that grows flowers, flowers that you never got me, flowers I hoped would remind you of me. I hope for too much, that's always been my fault.
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