Friday, May 6, 2011
:: Once there was a boy who was winning my heart. But alas, I was 17 and I didn't know what it really meant to fall in love, let alone stay in love, and as stories go, I butchered it up fairly well with my own two hands. But when love was young and rosy-cheeked and fresh cut, he left a peony in my car while I studied in school. A pink peony that smelled of pursuit and giddy happiness. It's always this time of year, when May is somersaulting and June is shouting on the near horizon, I always think of that pink peony. It will always be the pink peony that brings my heart to flush and flutter, no matter how old I get. Youth is love and after-school surprises.
"Sometimes," said Pooh. "The smallest things take up the most room in your heart."
at 7:41 AM