She was a flower bud before she met you.
She hadn’t blossomed yet.
She was too scared.
Everyone else was growing beautiful flowers, while she couldn’t even manage to grow a single petal.
She was waiting for something… someone.
Then she met you.
She grew a liking to you.
You weren’t perfect but nobody ever is- that’s what she liked about you.
Your head wasn’t in the mirror, your heart was in the clouds.
You told her your dreams, your passions, you gave her you.
And in return she gave you herself: she showed you her fears, her doubts, her darkness.
Which you are definitely a part of. You’re not the sole reason to her happiness, but you’re enough.
Through all of this, she blossomed.
As she opened up to you, her flower bud also opened up.
You gave her the sun.
You made her come out of her shell.
You made her bloom into the flower that she is.
She grew beautiful petals staring straight into the sun.
Bees shared her essence with the rest of the garden.
Her happiness was contagious and she seemed happier to her friends.
She was happy.
You made her happy.
You made her open up.
You made her bloom.
But then, you left for a while.
And she found out she wasn’t the only special one in your bouquet of flowers.
When she found that out, she wilted a little.
A few petals fell, rotting to a crumbled beauty on the floor.
She’s still a flower- but with valued petals missing.
And the sad thing is, you never notice.
You don’t realize that her happiness is a mask of sadness now.
Because you showed her you and she showed you her, but that didn’t seem to matter as much to you.
You know it was hard for her to open up, she was a bud when she met you.
And now it just seems like you don’t care anymore.
You built her up, you helped her blossom to what? Just bring her down and make her wilt in the end?
Now whenever you come near, she loses petals.
Because she’s scared.
She’s still scared.
You made her blossom and open up, but that doesn’t mean her doubts are gone.
She’s still vulnerable.
She’s scared that she’ll never amount to the other flowers in your bouquet.
She’s scared that one day you’ll just leave.
And then what’ll happen?
She’ll lose all her petals and wilt until she’s no more?
She’ll be no more because you’re gone?
Yes, she’ll be hurt. But she won’t lose purpose because you’re gone.
You did make her bloom but there were other factors as to why she bloomed.
She bloomed because she was able to trust her judgment.
She bloomed because she chose to be happy without being scared.
She bloomed because she was ready.
So no, she’s not here because of you, she’s here because of her.
You’ve only shown her that she’s capable of happiness and if you were to leave she would still be capable of that happiness.
Like I said before, you’re not the sole purpose of her happiness.
If you were to leave she will be able to survive without you.
She’ll still be able to bloom without you.
She won’t wilt- she’ll only grow.