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Love Story - Eighteen Rose Petals
These long-stemmed roses, the color of blood. Yet, they don't signify death but seemingly embodiment
of something else. Three of them that i bent to pick up made me realized i already picked seven of them before. This make them the 8th, 9th, 10th. All these buds i found in the porch.
I wondered who accidentally dropped them while passing in our house. It also intrigues me for i know no one will let beautiful things such as those to just fall.
Then, there came a time i was at our balcony when in a swift instant a man passed by. What was unusual about him was the bouquet of flowers at the basket of his bike. I never saw his whole face but he's got such a mysterious glint covering his profile.
The next time, I waited for him to pass by, indeed, he passed by not as quickly as he did the last time. I was purposely watching him, as if he knew i was looking at him. He came into a halt, got buds from the basket and dropped them off on our porch. I did not saw his face again.
I hurried down to get them. It was too great. Two buds fall making it dozen of rose buds from a stranger, a passer by. I followed him not knowing where it would lead me. I just wanted to thank him for the rose buds i dried between the pages of my old book.
i was so alone, I jailed my self in melancholy after losing someone i have ever loved in my whole life. All that was left for me was only sadness, sorrows, and longings.
He left, he who promised to watch over me and will stay behind me as we grow old. But he left and took everything. He had an illness that could not be explained to me. So i died too when he died.
He left the day he promised to come by- on my birthday. He said that i could count his presents that it is not only one or two, no matter what. " Eighteen perhaps." he would always tease. My relatives did not tell me where his remains were buried.
The idea of these passer by made me wake up from that slumber. I thought, he might been a friend of my love who was told to fullfill the eighteen, perhaps, gift he once promised. The dozen of roses need only six to complete.
I don't know where my following him brought me. It was only the shaking beating and pounding of my heart that i heard. Sorrounding me were trees, forlorn bushes of green. And... graves... too silent.. It was then i saw the words.
Here, it is in front of me, a tomb. Where i found six more rose buds, the color of blood but dried up. Here are the words again, the same piercing, sober words like the truths that throw agony to my whole being. But now i feel glad. At least now, i finally found him, and who ever might that passer by maybe, i thank him for bringing me to life again.
I wasn't given a chance to hear his last words but the chill, the wind whispers, tell me and send me my his deep voice, "I left but not without an unspoken promise to fulfill my eighteen gifts, the rosebuds, they are them."
Now I know it, he never broke any promise and wont ever will. " A BREATH AWAY IS NOT FAR FROM WHERE YOU ARE... "
Published: September 17, 2007
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