Sometimes I feel like I understand romance better alone, how is that possible? I don’t think anyone could make me happy, but I like to think someday I could be happy together with someone. 

I’ve had these flowers living in a little pot above our sink since April. Some leaves and stems turned crusty so I tried picking them off to pave way for the new. Of course I ended up picking out the remaining few flowers, I was rushing for no reason. 

I may be bad at letting things go. I put the flowers in a cup of water and decided everything’s fine. It's not May, is it?

Some weeks go by, and as the flowers settled into their new environment, per my rescue effort, the petals turned translucent white. Gorgeous and ghastly at the same time.

I kept refilling the cup with water. It was exciting they seemed to be okay for so long, but I gradually gave up. I actually wanted it to be over, but it took quite a while to realize my efforts weren’t going to fix the problem. The heart dried up and petals stuck flat to the walls.

It’s fun observing the little things in life by yourself. No one distracts you from your thoughts or emotions or healing. You get to be a handyman, but like, for your brain. 

My little plant above the sink has tall stems and lots of leaves now. No flowers, but insanely sublime. I think I’m more impressed now. I didn’t realize I’m so content.