My Dearest Love, My Flower of Eternity💕

At first, my life was a bouquet of the prettiest flowers breathing their last breaths.

I wasted over a life, just grey and breathing, while my heart resembled a decaying bouquet. With time, I grew used to the stillness and dry petals turning into lifeless memories floating in the wind. Hope? That was something I struggled to remember. That was until you walked in and everything changed.

Your presence was nothing less than glorious, forcing its way through the frostbitten earth like a sudden gust of wind in spring. You did not just love me. You did so much more. You skilfully peeled me back and brushed off the death from my soul, claiming it to be sacred. And I left it there, and for the first time, my life bloomed.

It looks like you emerged from my dying bouquet, not just as a flower, but as the very essence of life. You did not save me from my ruin, rather, you were my ruin that blessed me with love and life. You made a house out of my despair, illuminating the deepest places I had buried ages ago. You didn’t plead for me to be whole; you reclaimed my broken bits and sculpted them into something sublime. No matter where I wilt or fade, I want you to know: you reside in every petal of me and I am in those petals, waiting till eternity.

With you, I understood that love is not always gentle. More often, it can be a cruel blend of pleasure and pain. It’s thunder wrapped in silk, a soothing storm. And sometimes all it takes is a gaze to hush all commotion, like the dazzling way you looked at me. You treated me like a relic worth remembering instead of a ruin. A broken temple bustling with forgotten hymns.

With your eyes, everything changed: hell, purgatory, and paradise.

Purgatory is where my soul resides now, and that’s all thanks to you, searing every shadow I used to entertain into my being. You set the flames of my love on fire and danced in the ashes storm that came after. You purified my soul the moment you sprinkled your truth onto me. Everything was bathed in radiance thanks to the raw and unwavering honesty that sculpted dwelled within my scars.

Heaven, ‘cause that is when I knew how to pray because of you.

And to love you is to live in the most beautiful contradiction. To love you means to feel the ecstasy that is filled with agony simultaneously, because you are both the arrow and the healing that brings peace. To be carefree. You are my new source of energy. To be wild. Every morning, I resentfully long for the gentleness of your hands, and each night, I am left with the sound of silence haunted by your absence.

But even if the time and the stars come together to conspire and take you away from me, no matter how the world dares to tear us apart, I shall remain in full bloom forever because you touched me, you loved me. With the careful touch of eternity carving your name into my soul, I am still alive.

If I have to die, then bury me in the place you chose, where you and I went silent together in the field. I would like for the breeze to whisper my name to you, let the flowers understand and be informed that I was yours once, and that is all that is enough to want.

Forever in your love,

Forever your ruin and your rose