Every time i thought of you, I thought of daffodils. It’s a beautiful flower and it’s my favorite. It’s soft and delicate but never fragile. It needs only a moderate amount of fertilizer, moist and sun to survive. It’s one of the easiest to grow. Though, it thrives better with more sun, more fertilizer, and more moisture. With the right conditions, it will just keep growing and thriving. Experts are not sure the typical lifespan of a daffodil since it can just keep on living. And that’s you. You are that perfect resistant, persistent medium. You are not that white little flower growing out from the rocks of the freezing mountains. Nor are you the delicate tulip that is gorgeous but so hard to grow. You are normally glowing, bright and accessible. You are not that pretentious beauty. You are the warm smile that is ready to be there.
Every time I thought of you, I thought of black coffee. Not the cold brew fancy type, just the simple, warm, very good drip black coffee. You are there not to make things fancy or pretend to be something or someone you are not. You are there to offer your truest self: warm and comforting. Black coffee is not he most popular coffee choice in the world, but we all know that it’s the purest form and the coolest choice. And that’s you. Your sincerity is what I’ll always remember. The warm, pure, sincere feelings you bring melt my soul and break my heart. It breaks my heart to know you bare your soul for someone and they can hurt you. Because, we all know that black coffee is also bitter. Not everything is easy for you. Sometimes when it’s warm and pure, it’s harder to swallow. I guess that’s why people always sugar coat their coffee.
Every time I thought of you I thought of little storms. You are not a storm. I’m talking about the ones inside you, and I know they are there. Just because they are not hurricanes, doesn’t mean they are not there. You don’t have to pretend they are not there because they are, and I believe you and I can see them too. Pains are pains regardless of how big or small. Honey, if the little storms hurt then they do. You don’t have to explain yourself to others who don’t understand or don’t want to. Try to clear your own storms, take care of yourself. Put yourself first. It will take a while to love yourself, but it’s that way for all of us. So don’t be discouraged because it takes time. You will learn to love yourself. After a storm, there’s always rainbow.
Every time I thought of you, I thought of so many things, so many things. You are many things in this world and can be even more. Forgive yourself for all things the past and be kind to you in the future. My dear daffodil. My little cup of coffee. I always think of you.