It’s not till so far down the road does a man realize what he could have had if only he didn’t lack the guts. You may have never known and will more than likely never know that I cared more than I led on. This is more than likely the story of most men. Fated for one and too stubborn to get out of his own way to make it happen.
I think you cared more than you led on as well but we were both just too stubborn to realize we had a chemistry like no other. So many life events going on at one time and the distraction led us here. You had me on cloud nine and somewhere, somehow, I just failed to see how happy I really was. I was writing again and always in a good mood. As I look back I still can’t believe that I, Mr.Observant, didn’t realize that the reason was you. I’ve been on quite a few dates and been going out a lot. All I can think about is how unhappy they would make me. Every now and then I stare back at the piece that I wrote when I was spending so much time with you.
“To find love is to find a rose in a sunflower field. Something so rare and beautiful to find that you sit there and pause for a moment. Constantly wondering if you should pick it and risk a rose never growing again or leaving it and hoping it blossoms into something more astonishing. Forever contemplating how the outcome of such an action will effect the future for not only the field but yourself.”
When writing this I had no clue that it was actually about you. I never stopped to think what possessed me to write such a piece. Day after day I looked you in the face and unintentionally showed no interest. Although subconsciously I see how your smile and conversations in the morning were a highlight to my day now. Shortly after our time together it hit me.
You were the rose in the sunflower field that I never expected to find. You were so rare that I was unaware of how to handle it. I wanted to pick you but I was afraid. Afraid that if I did it would forever scar my field of dating. Afraid that if anything happened and we split I would never find another like you. Now I see that is the point of the flower. To be picked and never grow in another field. To be admired and taken care of while it can be. Alas I let you stay and wouldn’t you know, someone else came across and picked you before I could come to my senses. So in the end I am a victim of my own doing. I payed the ultimate sacrifice in finding that every man is solely responsible for his own destiny if only he realizes what he has when he has it.
Never wilt and never die. Let no man block your sun and forever be the rose that stands out in the sunflower field.