My trip became the journey of self exploration I was yearning for. I lived for moments instead of images. I actually took in my surroundings and the beauty around me rather than constantly searching for the most scenic view.
In just 20 days, I will be graduating from college. When I flip my tassel from one side to the other, I will be closing the most vital chapter of my life thus far. But how do I say goodbye to somewhere?
I’ll remind you that flowers bloom in spring even after the harshest winters and that they are more beautiful because of it.
I am not a flower. My value does not lie my beauty. I do not wither when plucked from my home. My roots are not shallow and delicate.
Today, I will still think of you, your soft lips and your wicked arms
that entangled me, holding me hostage in your care.
But today, I will not cry.
As I lay awake, envisioning our love in rosy hues, you saw me in muted grays and browns. But you did not feel the passionate blaze I felt for you. You did not have the selfless yearning to please me the way I did for you.