The Globe Amaranth

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

I'm writing this in the midst of a daydream I'm having about a beautiful woman that I've never met before.

On a late summer evening, I attended the funeral of a stranger.  Beads of sweat dripped down my neck quicker than tears falling down the faces of lovers.  Was anyone else this warm?  Amongst all of the sadness, I stepped out to pick flowers.  Holding the length of my dress, I ran down the church steps and swung open the wide doors.  What beautiful colours!  I laid them in your casket, wondering if one day you'd wake up to the smell of the Globe Amaranth.

 

During an early summer morning, I woke up on a large span of terrain.  The garden held beautiful memories that I'd known nothing of.I'd hoped that I wasn't imposing- after all, you didn't even know me.  I wondered what your loved ones would think.  What would you think of me?  Surely I couldn't have been the only one to have read about you just days earlier.  Isn't it funny how the most unfortunate moments of your life completed the rest of mine?I'd hoped that you didn't mind.  I didn't know you until now, but you had always fascinated me.  

 

Seasons passed, and I remembered not to forget about you.  It was impossible for me anyway.  I followed the trails where lonely minds never ceased to ponder.  You made me wonder about your life- about how different my life could have been had I found you before they did.  I would fantasize about the structure of your curves or the smell of your hair.There is only so much to know about someone within the depth of a paragraph, and I wasn't about to begin going around asking people.

I was aching to get to know you.  I'm not one for clichés, but if butterflies could talk, my stomach would be screaming.  My body took me down to the floor where you slept, and I cried.  You didn't even know me!  I embraced the stone, staining the crevasses of its heartfelt messages with red.In that moment, I became a flower in the summer's heated winds with you.

 

Within the depths of the tropics, the Globe Amaranth retains it's colour when cut.


Submitted: November 04, 2013

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