Summary: Flowers will make you fall in love.
Author's Note: Just a short story on how a girl fell in love to a boy whose trademark is a bouquet of flowers. Some unknown, random things entered my mind that's why.
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The heavens were on their revenge when I first saw him running down the street soaked with heavy waters all over him. His long, pretty eyelashes seem to out beat his wet, dripping, black hair. He was wearing a white t-shirt and faded jeans. His white shoes were splattered by fresh mud making it look dirty yet stylish in some weird way. He ran across the road and stopped by my side at the bus stop. In there, I finally noticed the bouquet of red roses he had been holding throughout my keen observation of his appearance. His bus arrived quickly. As the door closes, I took a glance at the place where he stood close to me a moment ago. His body wasn't there, but the few fallen red petals were.
The second time I saw him, the sky was clear yet gloomy. The sun wasn't present and the clouds looked so alone with just the company of the blue sky. I wondered how things would turn out so I planned a short walk on a should-be-sunny-and-happy-day and accidentally saw him. He was wearing a gray shirt and brown pants that time. His muddy shoes still looked good on him and his face was a lot blooming. The bouquet of red roses he was holding reflected the kind of man he was: romantic yet sensitive; gentle but fragile. As I walk pass him he seemed to have noticed me. But no. Not me. Just the way I look and not the real me whose heart is slowly absorbing him. That's why upon reaching the place where I should be, I looked back and as what I expected, he was gone. But the fallen red petals weren't.
Time seemed to had planned our third meeting. I was wearing a white dress embroidered with white flowers that passes through my left shoulder all the way around my waist line. The three inch heel that I'd been wearing intimidates me. For besides my best friend's luxurious get up, everyone looked so fabulous in their own royalty like attires. The hall was decorated simply. It did look the way I wanted it to be. Disregarding the guests luxury, every little thing that surrounded me was extremely beautiful. The red petals scattered on the white floor matched the elegant footsteps of the people. Meanwhile, the golden garments wrapped the chairs and tables with such tender and much privacy which actually reflect the thought of our hearts. The faces and the countless images I see made me emotional inside. As I make my way to one of my friends waving at me, a gentle hand held mine unknowingly.
He pulled me out of the hall and brought me to the plaza adjacent into it. There, at the center of the whole place where red roses were planted, he knelt down and handed me a bouquet of red flowers similar to the one he held when I first saw him. My heart thumped with joy and just joy. My eyes want to pour tiny droplets but his glowing smile didn't let me. I reached for the bouquet and smelled it as he gets up. He leaned towards me and kissed me softly. Upon leaving my lips he smiled again. I gazed into him and there's nothing that I can see but happiness in his whole being. I felt flattery. And so he started talking.
'Thank you for accepting me and my proposal. Now, as the two of us stand here, kindly accept my endless love. The skies and these roses shall be our witnesses. Will you stay with me forever?', he romantically said.
'My whole being had always been willing to do so. So I will. Longer than forever. Until death separates us to the time that Heaven will let us meet again, I will love you. Only the flower from you I will accept. Let's stay together. With no regrets. Just happiness and happiness.', I answered.
We went back to the hall with a stronger love between us. As we slowly reach the inside, I looked back to the place where we stood still. The grass still looked the same without our presence. The red roses, on the other hand, were still sharp and beautifully placed under the beaming sunlight. We were gone. But the fallen red petals from the one he handed weren't. And the memory of these tiny, red material grown with love, I will always remember.
Time seemed to had planned our third meeting. I was wearing a white dress embroidered with white flowers that passes through my left shoulder all the way around my waist line. The three inch heel that I'd been wearing intimidates me. For besides my best friend's luxurious get up, everyone looked so fabulous in their own royalty like attires. The hall was decorated simply. It did look the way I wanted it to be. Disregarding the guests luxury, every little thing that surrounded me was extremely beautiful. The red petals scattered on the white floor matched the elegant footsteps of the people. Meanwhile, the golden garments wrapped the chairs and tables with such tender and much privacy which actually reflect the thought of our hearts. The faces and the countless images I see made me emotional inside. As I make my way to one of my friends waving at me, a gentle hand held mine unknowingly.
He pulled me out of the hall and brought me to the plaza adjacent into it. There, at the center of the whole place where red roses were planted, he knelt down and handed me a bouquet of red flowers similar to the one he held when I first saw him. My heart thumped with joy and just joy. My eyes want to pour tiny droplets but his glowing smile didn't let me. I reached for the bouquet and smelled it as he gets up. He leaned towards me and kissed me softly. Upon leaving my lips he smiled again. I gazed into him and there's nothing that I can see but happiness in his whole being. I felt flattery. And so he started talking.
'Thank you for accepting me and my proposal. Now, as the two of us stand here, kindly accept my endless love. The skies and these roses shall be our witnesses. Will you stay with me forever?', he romantically said.
'My whole being had always been willing to do so. So I will. Longer than forever. Until death separates us to the time that Heaven will let us meet again, I will love you. Only the flower from you I will accept. Let's stay together. With no regrets. Just happiness and happiness.', I answered.
We went back to the hall with a stronger love between us. As we slowly reach the inside, I looked back to the place where we stood still. The grass still looked the same without our presence. The red roses, on the other hand, were still sharp and beautifully placed under the beaming sunlight. We were gone. But the fallen red petals from the one he handed weren't. And the memory of these tiny, red material grown with love, I will always remember.
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