A sunflower?

I remember when you first called me that.

It caught me so off guard.

 

How can a sunflower bloom if it never faces the sun?

My stalk has hardly any structure.

I am useless against the trials of this life.

Bend enough, and you’ll break.

 

You went back to your last flower.

I don’t hold it against you, there’s history there.

I just can’t put it into words

what it felt like

to crawl out of my shell

and be called wonderful.

 

I treasure you.

I love you enough to let you go.

If you didn’t come back, you weren’t mine to begin with.

You are such a beautiful and free spirit,

It would have been a shame to treat you any different.

 

I will never hate you.

Go be happy,

do whatever it is that makes you, your happiest

 

If there is one thing you taught me,

It’s that I really can stand on my own.

It is better for me to learn to walk on my own.

But most of all, I now have an answer,

To what love as a feeling should mean to me.

 

It is so much more than just attraction.

And that to make my feelings for you, work for you,

Is the whole point.

 

Love is a feeling, that leads to a decision,

For the benefit of someone else.

and maybe even myself.

 

Thank you, Bee

 

From the sunflower across the field