To the Flower buds

To the Flower bud who saw her as the Sun, unattainable and so far away yet, still tried to reach for her. The flower bud who, despite knowing the consequences, despite their circumstances and despite the ridiculously low chances, still wished to be noticed by her. To the flower bud who thought they had finally reached each other, but in the end, was still so far away. To the flower bud who now has to keep reminding himself that he hates her, because if he doesn’t, he might just end up admitting that he still loves her.

To the flower bud who spent years with the one he longed for, and yet, was still replaced in the end. To the flower who saw her as his everything and thought the world of her, but was the only one left in the end. To the flower bud who could never stop her from going, because he loves her too much to try and force her to stay. To the flower bud who now has to try to forget everything, every minute, their every moment together, because she had already chosen to forget. To the flower who still loves her, and would gladly take her back anytime despite all the pain, all the tears.

To the flower bud who believed that she could make it work, despite the distance and despite knowing that it never would. To the flower bud who made all the efforts one sidedly just so that he would stay, believing that one day he would feel the same as her. To the flower bud who knew the truth, that he had wanted to leave her for so long, and yet she loved him too much that she could not let him go. To the flower bud who never wanted to give up in the end, but had to because she had finally faced the cruel truth, that after all these years, that after all she did, she would never be the one. That he would never love her back. To the flower bud that had loved him, but all these years, had been preparing because she knew that one day she would have to let him go.

To the flower bud who was made to fall, and yet, was never caught. To the flower bud whose heart had been caught, and was never taken care of. To the flower bud who wanted to not love him anymore, but the heart is a defiant beast, the more you try to stop it, the more it wants to keep on going. To the flower bud who knew that it isn’t right anymore, that she should let go, but could not. To the flower bud who gets hurt because she knows that he doesn’t care for her, he never did, and nor does he want to. To the flower bud who doesn’t even know why she still cares, why she still chooses to defend him despite knowing that she isn’t fighting for anything worth fighting for anymore. To the flower bud who couldn’t stop loving him, but knows that she has to, she just doesn’t know how.

To all the flower buds, who know that for all the love that there is in this world, there is just as much pain, just as much heartbreak. To all the flower buds on the verge of wilting, who had wanted to bloom all along but never got the chance. To all the flower buds who had gotten hurt, who had been left, who are struggling to survive. To all the flower buds who sleep on tear soaked pillows and are haunted by once happy memories in every waking moment, once happy memories that now only bring pain and grief.

This is to all the flower buds who go through every day of their lives not wanting to get hurt anymore, and not wanting to hurt others, so they distance themselves. To the flower buds out there, you did your best. You tried your hardest. So please, please smile once more. You have the right to be happy, just as much as anyone, more so than anyone, because of everything that you had to go through. To all the flower these flower buds, you don’t have to be afraid anymore, so please.

Please bloom.

Bloom because you're free.

Bloom because you can be happy.

Bloom because you know that you deserve to be.

Bloom because your smile is one of true beauty.

So bloom. Bloom because your happiness, your smile forged through tears, is for all the world to see.