Flowers. (Letters left unsent)

My life is constantly changing, from having no one to having you. 

To not having a favorite color, to it being the same as yours.

From thinking for myself to thinking about you.

Everything has changed.

Now, I never see your favorite colors the same.

I see everything through a lens you've given me.

Just like when I see flowers, they remind me of you.

 Any pretty, soft, beautiful flower.

That is what you are in my heart. 

Yet nothing can compare to the flowers on the bridge, the soft petals it has and the white color it is. 

Like the flower, my life has always been plain and empty. 

However, slowly with time the flower changed colors to a tint green and a bright pink. 

Just like your favorite colors.

K, my love.

You are the flowers on the bridge.

You are the color in my white flowers.

For you my life changed.

For you is what I yearn.

For you is what I love.

With that said.

To my dearest, K.

I promise to you, just like the flowers you love.

I promise to forget-you-not.

I promise to hold you and love you gently like daisies.

I promise to whisper my everlasting love in baby breaths. 

I promise this all to you because my life has changed, because you had changed it all.

Just like the flowers on the bridge.

Bougainvillea.

They were the flowers on the bridge.

- rice.