my most beautiful violet,
i do not send you letters. i spend weeks at a time perfecting the words on the page so your eyes may touch only beauty, but never do i follow through on what i began.
you are happy with another. i am slowly dying on my own.
my beautiful violet, i will meet you in the next life.
Dearest Lavender,
I’m calling again just to check on how you’re doing; what beauties in the world you surround yourself with since I’ve been gone.
I am happy with another, as are you.
My beautiful Lavender, I will see you at my wedding.
Sweet Rose,
Sorry for only finding the time to text you now; I hope you’ve become kinder. With all those around you but most importantly with yourself.
I miss you dearly. I hope to see you soon.
My precious Rose, please be safe.
lovely sunflower,
you know it’s been too long since that little new message button lit up. perhaps it’s the sun blinding you; you still refuse to believe the heat is slowly burning you to ash and dust.
should you care to find the hyacinth, he’ll be in the moonlight; there’s really no rush.
dear sunflower, rise again like a phoenix
Dreamy Hyacinth,
I doubt you’ll read this. You never liked technology and you don’t check your email. So I know it doesn’t matter what I say. With that in mind, I’ll tell you what I could never say to your face; I love you, I always have. Your eyes are the moon and your voice is the sea and some day, maybe you will see it.
I hope you find your way back home.
Silly Hyacinth, never grow up.
