Infatuation...

He walked on the street alone. With his hands stuffed in his faded jean’s pockets, he looked around bleakly. The sun was shining brightly; birds were chirping happily; the light breeze was welcoming him with open arms. Yet, he felt blank.

Once in a while, he looked behind him. The path that he’d gone through was covered with dust and debris. It was a gloomy sight. What he remembered in his past was people saying goodbye to him, one by one. Each time his heart shattered on the floor, he had to pick up piece by piece and stick it back together and each time he fell into darkness he forced himself to stand up again strongly because he HAD to. He had his liabilities. He had his responsibilities.

He had to accept the reality.

He had to move on.

Along the street, he saw a variety of flowers with assorted colours. They were lovely and they swayed with the wind as if waving at him to come closer. At times he stopped to approach them. Some were alluring but thorny. Some were classy but arrogant. Some were cute but poignant. Some were sweet but fragile.

He smiled and kept on moving.

Then something caught his eye. Something tall, strong and silent. He looked at the flower. It was just another flower. He told himself. It’s not as beautiful as the roses, it’s not as classy as the tulips, it’s not as cute as the daisies nor it’s as sweet as the buttercups. But something about that flower mesmerized him deeply.

The flower stood there, happily smiling at the sun. He felt connected to the big yellow flower, something familiar. He stood there for a while, admiring it. The flower saw him and smiled. His heart pounded a bit, rush of adrenaline consumed him. He did a double take as he’d never felt this way for a very long time.

He took few steps closer. He didn’t care that the flower was firmly rooted to the ground. He didn’t care that the flower was comfortable at its position. He didn’t care that the flower might break his heart.

He wanted to have it and he didn’t care about any consequences at all.

The flower turned to look at him and shook her yellow petals. Its green leaves stroke him gently. Tears rolled down from his eyes. He knew it. He’d anticipated the outcome.

He walked away, shoulders slumped in dejection. He stared at the flower as it turned away to face the sun again.

His mind was racing. Mixed feelings rose from his heart. He didn’t know when the feeling was going to go away. At that significant moment, he wanted to wait…

But…for how long?