I have never been loved.
Why do you feel so? Replied the boy.
I don’t have a hand to hold this fall. With the leaves that are shedding, shed my self confidence and hope. No one to wipe my tears and say that I’m pretty. Look me into the eyes with utmost love, embrace my flaws and promise to love me till the next fall and many more. No one. None.
But what if you’re not able to see the love through your despairing eyes?
Am I really that unfortunate to not sense the love that exists? Am I really that flawed to not notice the one who loves(me)?
Not unfortunate, my love. Just despaired. He thought.
Look at those unfortunate trees, shedding the leaves with teary eyes but with the hope that they’ll retreat the next spring.
Well I have no one to hope for to come back. No one to say goodbye to, with the hope that they’ll come back.
The one who actually loves, will never leave, Susan. You wouldn’t ever have any goodbyes to give, a kiss to spare, or a hand to wave. Believe me. He’ll stay. All you have to do is remain like a tree, waiting for your hope and love to grow back like the leaves. Said the boy to the girl he loved.
Well, will you?
Will I what?
Will you stay?
Yes, had I loved you. He said, with a voice almost cracking, sweaty palms and teary eyes.
She cried a little and he smiled.
As he left for Vietnam, he waved at her as she waved back and he turned his head. She waved while muttering a love you behind his back.
As he muttered a love you too.
And so she waited like a tree in the fall, seeing her favourite flower gloom, waiting for the spring to come and bring him along.