Hm... I wrote this the 1st of march... Makes me wonder if I shouldn't have ended this relationship much sooner... At least I can't say we didn't try...
Being in love
How frustrating it can be.
A wanting inside... wanting to be close to him. Unfortunately he does not have the same idea of closeness. I feel like a tender flower... in need of a gardener. One who looks after his precious orchid like a vulnerable child. Who waters it when he sees that the flower needs water, and who moves it away from the burning sun. One who gives it the fertilizer it needs to grow.
I am an orchid. And my gardener does not tend me well. He gives me the water he thinks I need, but with no tenderness. And he doesn't check if my roots are flooded with water. He moves me away from the sun... but leaves me in a corner of the room where he cannot see me. And unfortunately he seems to forget to give me fertilizer...
So here I stand. With my blooming flowers. Only some of them are falling to the ground. And there are no new buds appearing. Flowering for my unattentive gardener... Slowly dying... like summer turning to autumn... falling down...
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