His Perfect Little Flower

by R.T. Allenson

Words left unsaid, left hanging in the air. There was nothing else that would make the words come out but it was blossoming inside him and it wouldn’t stop. He was unsure and though he had pondered about it the night before, he didn’t know what else to do.

Tender words, fragile like glass yet perfect in its construction. He carried it inside him like it meant the whole world to him. And it did, it meant everything to him. A beautiful flower that rested in his heart, its petals – the words, carefully extending outwards and growing ever more. It tickled his heart and some days he wished the sensation would last forever. But there were times when the thorns grew instead and as beautiful as the petals were, so horrid the thorns when they touched his heart. He would bleed because unlike the delicate petals, the thorns were robust and so not easily overcome when he couldn’t bear it anymore.

There were many times he thought of letting go, letting the flower in his heart wilt and fade into oblivion. But he would never see another one like this, not anymore and not ever. Though many would fill the space in his heart not one can come close to his perfect little flower.

A single tear rolled down his cheek…and he smiled. He smiled because he didn’t know what else to do.