BaBy KaThRyn ♥

A cousin of mine recently asked me about love I thought.. ' gosh, you couldn't have asked a person more unsuitable than me. ' I have such a made up utopian version of love that sometimes I think I will never experience love the way I want to. I thought... and thought.... and thought..... and thought............ and thought somemore.... but I couldn't come up with an analogy good enough. Every example I wanted to use just fell short. Then it came to me. I have been keeping the flowers that Kah Choon sent me for my 18th birthday. They wilted long time and as I stared at it.... I realized something! Love is like a blooming flower!

When you first get them they are wound up tight. The petals huddle close together as though united they will be safe from anything. You look at them and you can't help but get distracted by the smaller flowers around them. The tiny flowers are as perky as they'll ever be.... ready to be admired. Yet you are still drawn to the roses, you just know that there can only be something good hidden within that bulb. Sadly at times this knowledge of 'better things to come' isn't enough to keep you from wondering if you should have just bought the tiny flowers instead of the roses. They, after all last longer than the roses.. and you don't have to sit around and wait for them to bloom. Looking at that vase... you see tiny thorns sticking out of the stem. Thorns ready to prick and hurt those who try to hurt their beloved roses.

That express me

People say that I am a cold-hearted bitch. That I play with people's emotions and that I don't ever feel for them what I make them feel for me. I am like a new bulb... I will not bloom until I am ready to; no matter how much you water me and care for me... I will not bloom until I really want to. I feel that when I am huddled up I can protect myself better. These walls around me will protect me from any hurt you may produce. Yet I know that there are many other pretty.. fun girls around at all times. Girls who may not have as many hang-ups as I do. Girls that will be open way before I will ever be... and girls who will stay open whilst I might decide to close again. Yet most of the time; the moment I choose to bloom is the moment I choose to give it my all. When I decide to open that is when you should know that I will never choose to close.. I will only close if you make me... if I feel that there is nothing left for me to be open for.Yet though I might not show much emotion as a closed bulb; the claws are there just like the thorns. The sharpened claws are always there, ready to hurt those who even show the tiniest inclination of hurting me.

Then the flower blooms.

The beauty is indescribable. The joy is unfathomable. The wait couldn't have been more worthwhile.You look at the flower and you realize that; everything hidden within those tight petals had been necessarry of time and patience. I wish that all these patience are worth it. And it's not something that i mistaken myself for it.

Like i said, 'Love is like flowers, it will wilt but the wilted flowers are still pretty if the person choose to see the pretty side of the wilted flowers"

I do hope that one day my man will be able to see the pretty side of the wilted flowers.

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