Friday, April 1, 2011

THE BUD

After that sounding heart's day, as they say a day of unconditional love, forgiveness, everlasting appreciation, candle lit dinner dates, red roses in an arrangement, bitter-sweet chocolates and cuddly bears, i saw a red rose's bud laying on the street, half-dead, its petals not tightly held together, the leaves from glowing green are dark and weak, the thorns are from the start scrape leaving scars and fresh wounds, not even a bug could see the beauty in it, NOT EVEN A BUG. But i did. I saw it and i remember, that bud made me not forgetful to ignore. That pathetic bud made me realize i am more pathetic, it awoke my heart from a long curse to not feel, it bears that magical spell to abort my capability to be numb, it widenned my horizon to see and to think, and above all, it showed me what love could moreover offer.

That bud is beautiful, well, it WAS. It was even an instrument for that guy to announce his love to the world for that lucky girl. But maybe, the girl of his dreams wouldn't want to be his dreams anymore, the girl avoided the love that the guy kept for a long time, that he saved courage to dictate, and offered through that bud. That makes it unhappy ending for the one who dedicates and the one who have been dedicated to. They both failed, they both cried and both been rejected and both sang the song of a broken heart.

LOVE IS JUST LOVE, IT IS NOT PERFECT AND IT COULD BE A FAILURE.

It may sound so unfair, indeed it is. It's unfair! That's just the way it goes. Not everyone could define happily ever after anyway. It's even more unfair how fate chooses people, how it chooses its victim.

Then, begin asking questions that torture the heart and disturb the mind every single second of almost everyday. Nobody knows, everything just happens in a snap or a wink.

Don't worry, there'll be a time to blow the water, a chance of some sort of a revenge. Vengeance is the mission and the key for self-satisfaction, and the good news is everyone gets the opportunity to stand up and show the world what it has been given up for the longest time. It will come, it should be in a perfect time. A TIME FOR THAT BUD TO BLOOM INTO A REAL ROSE.

:)

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