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[garden-of-chrysalis]

𓆩﹒ˏˋBittersweet´ˎ﹒𓆪

[ENTRY: 4 || WEEK: 4]

ღ You were the first to extend your hand, and with a smile that could rival the sun you said to me; "I'll hold your hand like this, and you won't be able to let go ." ღ

To my clematis; my confidant; my best friend in the world,

No amount of words on a paper could describe how much you held dear to me, with your bright charisma and daring personality.

You, who was brave and beautiful, intelligent and kind, you who never hesitated to speak your mind. To have met someone like you, I often wonder what achievement I earned to be so blessed.

ღ "I walk the crooked path alone, watching the sun shine on the paved road." ღ

You always stood up for me, kept me grounded when I lost all hope. I tried my best to do the same, to keep your smile bright, to chase away the ugly thoughts that festered around us.

To this day I still cannot bring myself to forget about you, for I cannot be who I am in the present without the mold of my life which was you.

I regret the fact that I did not try harder, did not do better to help you through your worst as you did through mine. I feel ashamed to think that I could have done more than just sit by your side as you breathed, raggedly, barely a whisper in the cold of the midnight.

And even then, your weak hand grasped mine and smiled,

I looked at you and your earnest eyes, not a lie in your smile.

So I held your hand tightly between mine, smiled and said to you,

"I'll hold your hand like this and you'll never see me let go."

To my clematis, my confidant, my best friend in the world;

I loved you, I admired you, and to this day I will always, and never, forget you.

Your blossom ღ

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Here is All I Know

She is the personification of the sun. I don’t know if I’m right or if I’m correct or if it matters, but in my heart, she is the sun with feet, arms and black hair as contradictory as her brightness.

A lot of people have compared a lot of other people with the sun, but I think I’ve found the absolute one. I really have. When I hold her in my arms, I am warm and bathed in heat of her softness. I have never thought something so important to the world could feel that soft between my hands. That is where, I learned, softness, too is a great strength.

She has the laugh of a thousand springs. On this I know for a fact, it is true. All the springs of centuries past combined have gone into her laugh and brought forth flowers blooming in every breath she lets out with the crinkle of her eyes. I hope she knows that; her power holds true.

I hope she knows she can be any wonderful thing on this earth and I would see all the ways it could actually fit and make sense.

That is all I know.