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part 4/4 of mourning your reciprocation pink jasmines symbolise affection, love, beauty and purity.
i rarely had the time to make sense of romantic poems, the ones of which i deemed were nothing short of over-the-top. a sappy bunch, i thought. yet here i laid on my desk, with the side of my flushed cheek from dried tears pressed against a clumsily ripped paper on the edges, inked with an unnecessary and embarrassing amount of scribbles and crosses to hide some cluttered words i strung together in an attempt of composing a disgustingly romantic ballad. the paper long forgotten, though, when i recognised a jasmine's fragrance wafting somewhere outside my opened window that was gently seeping into my room, along with yellow-orange hues of the afternoon sun pooling on my wooden-tiled floor and swirling tiny freckles of dusts in its entry.
"they're stardusts." you've said. "they're just, dusts." i've replied, on those lazy afternoons i sneaked out of strict shackles tying to a prisoned half of my heart within my parents' house, just for a liberating escape to yours where the other half of it lies free, full of unspoken love, splayed out all for you under your old oak tree - the witness to our first picnic date, first kiss and a first heart-to-heart followed up by many, many more. and oh, i could never succeed in picturing a memory more vividly than that time when this nostalgic afternoon's sunlight kissed the outlines of your pink cheek, its touch reaching all the way down to your slightly opened lips that are a shade darker. that was when your expression turned to one of a surprised fluster as i placed a baby pink jasmine flower crown i made on your hair, carefully picking each stray strands and tucking them in that halo handmade only for the dearest guardian angel who was protecting my wounded heart. the flower crown was far from the perfection i wanted it to be but with you, any imperfections felt perfectly right. we couldn't care how those flower petals were gradually falling apart from my clumsy handiwork because nothing glowed more radiantly than us in each other's windows of the soul. and in my soul's window, those dusts could really be stardusts only when they danced to a carefree breeze that smelt pleasantly of jasmines around your sunkissed figure.
how i wished this blissed trance could last forevermore, wished clockwork went backwards, way back so i could be there to stop the death of all of your memories of me and your love for me that happened when you were going to get me a bouquet on our anniversary. i wished i could cry to you that i didn't need a bouquet, didn't need you to get me anything but to stay inside with me, away from all the unexpected horrors of this world that could threaten to sever our seemingly unbreakable love. but no matter how invincible i thought it must've been, it was nothing but a fragile jasmine that was yet to have completely bloomed, too small and too weak to withstand a storm after the illusions of a sun.
still, i’d wait for a new jasmine to bloom, wondering when you’d love me again.
Happy 2025 to my wonderful Tumblr friends. I pray you find happiness in whatever you are seeking (December 31, 2024) 🙏🇺🇸🤠
Took my cousin out tonight on the ranch for Montana’s youth hunt. Beautiful scenery as usual. (18 October 2024) 🇺🇸🤠
running 10 minutes away from the house because she is obsessed with sunsets and you gotta give her the best view for it >>
Loving Until Sunset
author: soda_coded
summary:
Ruggie dropped out of NRC when he found out he was pregnant, abandoned and heartbroken. Leona thought he'd never hear from the love of his life again... Until a chance encounter in a sleepy town reunites them.
Secrets and love between them but which will win out? Find out in 'Loving Until Sunset' a soda_coded original romance.
Happy Valentine's Day!
