– And this is mine.
Talking about person or memory in the past will never get enough, because there’s always something unforgettable, something beautiful, and something that cannot get out from mind.
I’ve been waiting for this guy some months after he promised to return from some business trips, and yes, you know the story, he never return to me.
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It’s started with a simple introduction from a friend and we know each other by text, and never meet in person. We both talked everyday about many things and until midnight. The conversation became so sweet and memorable. As many stories, he amused me with his kindness and good attitude. He surprised me with many gifts which I never asked. Since we never meet in person, he always asked my friend to give those presents to me. I can say, we both too busy with our own life matters, and this is became one of my regret feeling, because I never give time even to asked him out.
One day, I saw florist which sell a dried-rose flower and I fell in love with it. I told him about this and by the end of that week, he gave me this dried-white rose flower. This is the first time I receive a flower from a guy, which I thought we shared the same feeling together. I remember, it was December, a week before he left for a business trip and Christmas holiday.
I give the flower an appreciation and keep it beautiful as its look. It might dry and not bloom, but what exactly I keep was the feeling when I saw and held it in my hand. That surprised-amused-happy feeling.
Couple months after that, we still talked as usual, when he said suddenly that he had to go to visit his grandmother also for business in Singapore. I know he was very busy person so I just asked him to try to find internet connection so we can talk and communicate as usual. This is how he replied…
“I will make you miss me for a long time”
He never reached me.
I tried to find out anything about him, and suddenly I realized, he never exist with his name that I knew.
I took a conclusion that he was there for me, for some feelings, and after he’s done, he just moved.
I lost him anyhow.
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Months and now it has been more than a year, I still keep that flower. Though I am moving on now, trying to not live with the promises and expectations, I still remember about a person whom I never met, but gave me so much feeling.
That this flower means to me :::
duhyta 