You and me!

BECAUSE WE ARE ALIVE WE HOPE; OTHERWISE WE DIE!

I bought the plant from the supermarket. I paused and browsed to find one that talks to my soul. It was young, beautiful and I did not see like it before. I did not think to know its name though like all other things to me. Their names do not stand out to me as much as what they are and what they mean and how they make me feel. I identify them with their spirits. I see the beauty in them, and they all have meaning, they are all equally important and they all matter. 

I brought it to my house. I left it on the stairway, and I got busy for the coming days. In one week, it was dying, the leaves have fallen, and the stem remained brown and dead. I was very sad to see its state and I felt guilty, I have killed it! I did not know how to care for it. I let a living being die with negligence. I had to do something; I held the pot in my hand. Should I throw it and bring a replacement?! I looked for a minute and the answer came to me: There are things that you must not replace. You cannot just give up on it. Give it a chance!

I brought it indoors. I put it on the kitchen counter to see it before my eyes. I decided to water it even if it looked dead. Day by day, the brown stem became green again, leaves started to show up and a little gift on the side another plant was growing too. Little by little, more leaves were budding, and the new friend has been growing too. I talked to them, with love. They became alive and they have filled me with peace, love, happiness and life! I told myself then: The plant needed the right place, the right light, the right food and care and so are other living things; to flourish, they need to be in the right place, receiving the right care and love that they deserve.

Among all my other plants, it is the one I love the most, because it taught me a lesson: Never to give up on living things, never to stop hoping, never to stop loving, and never to let the ones I care about go.

Then it happened that I broke your heart unintentionally. The one spirit that talked to me from the very first moment we have met. I was not actually listening to your voice of the talking body on that day, I was hearing your spirit. I turned around that day and I smiled, I knew that you are somebody in my life even though I did not know who you are and what you do. I knew that we will have a story and that it will be a good one.

It was peace. I said the right things, behaved the right way, and I was just myself with you. I knew that you are the one I have waited to meet all those long years. Then I was afraid. I do not know of what, but fear took over and a new clumsy person took my place. I said the wrong things, did the wrong things and behaved the wrong way and I pushed you away. It was painful but I could not fix it.

Then one day I looked at my plant, it kept budding more leaves. I found myself speaking to it: You are hope! The one who resurrected you is capable of mending the broken bond. 

I called it by your name. I watered it with love. I talked to it. I know that one day we will share it. And then when its friend was growing to reach it, when the new plant was embraced by the resurrected one, I realised that it is not just you; it is you and me! There is hope. What I saw was real. What we both feel is real. You are not ready, and I am afraid, but we will take our time and then we will find our destiny to each other because we are meant to be, you and me!

You live and I am born and we will tell the story.