May Flower – Part 1

It’s a love story like no other. It’s a story of passion. It’s a story of two hearts that were once destined to spend every passing second together. Brace yourself, because this surely is a story like no other. It’s a story of a couple that spent about five years together. They were five years of pure love. Five years of happiness. Five years of growth. They had eyes for no one else but each other. Their love meant the world to them. It was their motivation. It was their heaven. No it wasn’t all fun and happy moments. Surely, there were sad moments. Surely, there were fights and arguments. There were moments of confusion and separation. But those moments never bent their love to one another. Those moments of sadness never lasted long. The sadness was gone once their eyes met. All it took was a hello and a smile. And sometimes singing their favorite song. Actually, it was their song that no one else dared to sing but them. Oh yea, they sang it to one another many times. He would sing it to her as she sat on his lap. She would sing to him as they held hands while driving. They even had the song recorded with their voices and each had a copy of it. It was a song that they would never get sick of. It was a song that got them through five years. But the song didn’t get them through their last argument. She wanted to know what would happen to them next. Life wasn’t only about fun and romance. There was much more to life than that. They were confused and lost. They were clueless, just like any young couple deeply in love. All of a sudden, their future looked dark and gloomy. It was an uncertain future. A little bit of tough love wouldn’t hurt their love. It will only make their love stronger. It’s the only way their love will move forward. She finally gathered whatever strength and courage she had in her.

She has been practicing and anticipating this moment. Last night she stood in front of the mirror repeating the lines. She knew that she had to do it. She couldn’t have picked a better day to ask him. Today, they are celebrating their five year anniversary.  But somehow, it didn’t go as planned. The conversation turned into a fight. They both said things they surely didn’t mean. They both didn’t want anything except for their love to bloom. Everything could have been fixed until she loudly screamed: “I can’t accept you the way you are, you need to be a man; I am not going to spend my life with a little boy. You are not good enough for me; love will not take us so far.”  Those words were followed by dead silence. They each made it home with watery eyes. The night kept playing in their minds over and over again. “Was I too harsh on him?” she asked herself. “No, I am not going to call her, she hurt me. She wants to end things; she probably has her eyes on someone else.” He repeatedly told himself. “Tomorrow morning I will call him and apologize.” That was the last thing she said before her eyes gave in to sleep. “If she doesn’t call in an hour, it’s over between us and she can go to him. She can go find the one who is good enough for her.” That was his last thought.

The night went by and they didn’t listen to their song. They both went to sleep hurt, mad and angry. They both went to sleep thinking that tomorrow will be a better day for their love. The morning came but the sun didn’t shine. The morning came and the birds didn’t sing. He was up earlier than usual. He checked his phone, she didn’t call. He checked his email, she didn’t write. He replayed last night in his mind over and over. He was in a state of disbelief. He was hurt. He couldn’t help it, but cry. He cried like he never did before. There was definitely something different about this fight. He suddenly got up. He washed his tears. He packed his bags. He wrote her a goodbye note. The note said “I am sorry that I wasn’t good enough for your love. I am sorry that you couldn’t accept me for who I am. I will be gone and I won’t return until I am a man that is worthy of your love. I loved you yesterday; I love you today and I will love you tomorrow.”  He dropped off the note at the nearest post office. He shut off his phone. And just like that, he was gone.