Bee

Hi, I never thought that you would be my first love.

Im just like a flower behind many other stunning ones, under a shadow visited occasionally by a number of bees. I was so used with them by just coming and going then not again. I enjoyed providing them with some of my nectar while they pollinate me as they come.

No one really stayed though or at least linger a little longer than they should. But I never expected that you would.

I was really curious why you fly on your own while the others swarm in groups. And you fly lower than the other ones. You pass by some of the flowers but dont really stay that long. You only linger until that day you somehow pass through me.

After some time, you started visiting me like the other bees but I was so intrigued by you that I started making nectar just for you leaving the others nothing. You started coming often that I started to anticipate it. Always waiting for your arrival. Until you no longer visit the other flowers. Everything happened so fast. From being,

"We're friends."

"I dont really know what I feel."

"I like you."

to

"I love you."

But I was not really sure about myself but nonetheless I tried to offer you what I can give. At that point, I know I like you as well.

There were times when you sting me and there were also times when I dont want to bloom and I remain my petals close so you wouldnt get any from me. It went on and on. Until it became,

"Im tired. Let's end this."

"I think Im attracted to somebody else"

It made me wilt like I dont ever want to bloom again. But I need to. For four months, I healed myself. Then your path crossed mine again. Something changed about you. You no longer fly on your own and not as low anymore. You fly high and with some other bees.

I started offering you again some of my nectar. You only took some of it. You only visit for some time. You dont linger as long as you used to.

"I like you but I dont love you."

You said. I dont really care and I understand. My reply would always remain the same, "I like you and I love you." No matter how you may want to define them. But I dont get pollinated as much as I wanted to be and it makes me wilt. I dont get to bloom. Your visit became less and less. My petals started to fall one by one.

I dont think I cant stand it any longer. I dont think I can wait anymore. No matter how much I understand, it doesnt really help.

My last petal is already on its limit and Im afraid it would finally fall.