Growth

The day we were sitting in your car, sitting under the stars, you told me that you refused to go far for school because of me. I thought it was silly at first. Silly because I figured you had no confidence in me, in us, to be together after we're together again. Silly until you told me those words...

"I don't want to leave you here because I want to see your growth."

Of course, I became furious! I, myself, have thought I've matured well for the past 2 years. Then, you continued on...

"I know you've grown a lot since the beginning of our relationship. You've gone from a frail little flower that tried to grow in a field of beautiful sunflowers. You would topple in whatever way the wind blew, even though it wasn't what you wanted. But now, you're supporting yourself up because you worked from bottom to top. You've nearly grown as tall as the other sunflowers around you, but of course, there is still work to be done.

What I meant by wanting to see your growth is by seeing the leaves grow, seeing how many petals you have, how many caterpillars thrive on you, or, how much sunlight shines on you. I want to know how and why your tiny details change during which season.

I don't want to leave and see you as you are now, and come back just to see your ideals change, or taste in music changes. I want to be there with you... for me."

Each and everyday I see you, or hear you talk on the phone, I fall in love with you, over and over again. And cry even more.

Love you always, honey.