They asked me why I left.
I simply answer.
I wanted flowers.
Now I know that sounds selfish, Immature, and just bizarre.
What I really mean when I say I wanted flowers.
I mean, I wanted to know that you were thinking about me on a random Thursday.
I wanted to know that I was on your mind and that you didn’t forget about my existence once you wasn’t in my presences.
When I said I wanted flowers.
I wasn’t talking about the beautiful bouquet the florist took hours to make.
I was talking about your time.
I wanted to feel wanted by you.
I wanted to feel like I was on your mind.
Without dragging your name, and telling my story of pain that was once our life.
When they ask why I left.
My answer will stay the same.
I’ll tell them I wanted flowers, and that they should have a nice day.