I miss her. I was shit.

is nearly coming. July reminds me of a flower.

The flower that symbolize cheerfulness.

The flower that always smile like she fall in love again to a prince when she sees the prince. Her big eyes always looked like she wanted a warm hug and she might not let go the prince if she had that chance. The flower were too childish to loved a boy that she thought he was her destined prince that might accompanied her until the rest of her life and sleep beside her with some white hair. The flower was too smart, smart until she forget how much love, faith, time that she had sacrificed just for her “prince” might probably be with her until the castle were built. The flower that never give up to love this prince and … she woke up and still did not give up.

The flower is a protective plant. 
The flower looked jealous when the prince only smiled to a small bee, a small butterfly, a small beetle. The flower would gave her cute angry face and asked his prince,

“Why are you smiling at them?”,

“But, why?”,

“Your smile only belongs to me, its mine”,

The flower received a forehead kiss and they must came back home. The flower and the prince live at different home. Flower at west and prince at east. It was raining. Prince and flower were walking together with her umbrella until they became running happily to enjoy the clouds blessing. Laugh, wet, and love. She jumped over a mud but fell in love again with this prince.

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The flower that are used to communicate encouragement and joy.
Two years and a half gone. The flower still a flower. The flower that still smile like she fall in love again to me when she sees a prince. Her big eyes still looked like she wanted a warm hug and she might not let go a prince if she had that chance. The prince told the flower that he would glad if he could marry everything that could cook for him.

The flower cooked a chicken steak next day.

But prince changed a bit. He like the steak, just changed.
Three years gone, and the flower still a flower. The flower that still smile like she fall in love again to me when she sees a prince. Her big eyes still looked like she wanted a warm hug and she might not let go a prince if she had that chance.

The flower still looked jealous when the prince only smiled to a small bee, a small butterfly, a small beetle. The flower would gave her cute angry face and asked his prince,

“Why are you smiling at them?”,
“But, why?”,
“Your smile only belongs to me, its mine”,
“They are friend, I need friends”

Three years gone and prince already knew how to answer that question. The flower didn’t received a forehead kiss and she must came back home. The flower and the prince still live at different home. Flower still at west and prince still at east. It was raining. The Flower were walking lonely with her umbrella until she became running angrily to detest the clouds blessing. Tears, wet, and love. She jumped over a mud but still fell in love with his prince.

A steak still been cooked, but it’s not tasty as the first nine time the prince ate. Flower was told it wasn’t the steak fault.

“I should go, I am sorry”,

“But why?”,

“I don’t think we can be together”,

“Do you love somebody else?”,

“No, Listen. You tried and I tried”,

The tears, the tears flowed out.

“I love you, but we have our own way now, our own choice, you will, I promise, I swear, you’ll find someone better than me. Someone that are romantic, someone that wake up at the midnight and talk to you when you miss him, someone that will hug you from behind when you cook, someone that will love you more than I do”

“But I don’t need someone that are romantic, I don’t need someone that wake up at the midnight and talk to me when I miss him, I don’t need anything but you, I love you…. I love you, Steven”

The tears on the face during that time, what kind of answer was it.
She really don’t understand, why it didn’t work out for us

As well as remembering the “Lost Love”. Delphinium, the official birth flower for July. Did she born in July? Nope. I still remember exactly when her birthday is. She is just too special to forget. Thank you for everything, Delphinia.

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