Green Carnation Bud

The New Life.

Dear lavender
I will love you till I reach you in the 5000 stars
1950
Edward and I had some quarrel over the fact who among both of us could capture the attention of the pretty blonde lady there. We both reached to that woman one by one. First Edward tried to flirt but wasn't able to say anything. He came back saying that she froze right there as she was so beautiful. I laughed at her incapability. I then go to the lady. I learnt during my time at the war that a woman loves a bit of a sense of humour. I reached out to her with a joke about her blonde hair and how it looked like honey. The punch line was that she would have a beehive on her hard any minute now. I was scared she didn't take this in the wrong way especially coming from a strange man. But fortunately, she laughed. I continued chatting with her a bit more andwithward was sitting far shocked. I introduced her to Edward later and we three had a blast. Her name was Carol, and she also worked at war as a mechanic. Carol noticed a strange thing I referred to Edward as a she. At first, Carol thought it was an obvious mistake but later she couldn't help but ask. I explained to her that back in the war base camp Edward used to cross-dress and entertain us. She sang songs and danced. Edward wore high heels and make-up too. We called her, 'she' and Edward didn't mind that. She prefers that. Later Edward and I became almost best friends going everywhere together since after the war. Carol laughed and we continued our chat. She was very pretty and graceful. She had this restructiveness about herself. She laughed less and drank less she spoke softly all these for some reason felt fake. She was kind of submissive. Edward always hated submissive women. She says they are no fun. We decided we were going to meet the next day.
The next day I was at the bar alone no one come yet, I guessed they were late due to the traffic. I was sitting at the open bar. I asked the bartender for a drink and continued waiting for them. Suddenly a man around the age of 70 I believe came up to me with fear, sadness and depression in his eyes. He asked shaking and desperately. "Sir, are you a friend of Dorothy?". It was a strange question to be asked since I didn't know Dorothy or what he was talking about. I thought he was lost so I asked him "Are you trying to find something?". I was ready to help the poor old man. He looked at me disappointedly and gave a cold answer "Love". He said as if his whole life was ruined. He cried with a cold expression as if he had given up. "do you need help sir?" I asked him still confused. He left there sad and depressed not saying anything. I continued to drink thinking about the strange experience I just had. "faggots" said the bartender frustrated. I was shocked. I haven't heard this word for a long time. The last time I heard it was from my father when I refused to go to war. I guess that worked. I asked the bartender "What's the matter?". "these bunch of faggots tried to hit on you. They always bring their perverted ass here and try to recruit us normally to be one of them" he said in a long rant fume and hatred. "how did you know he was... Umm. ....well" I didn't want to say the word. "Faggots? Oh hell yeah. The Dorothy's friend question he asked you. They ask that question and turn men into homosexuals. Thank god you young men were saved from their indoctrination," he said. Bar Tender didn't like the musical people. I used to call homosexuals as musical to seem nice. I read it in a newspaper. But I just realised. By asking if am I a friend of Dorothy he meant am I homosexual. Somewhere under the rainbow means exactly that. I don't know what took me but I jumped instantly and persuaded him. The bartender said faggot again but this time pointing at me. I looked at him dead in The eyes and he looked like a constipated cat. I left to find that man not caring what people think. Outside I was searching him. I asked strangers for his description to find the man who I was searching for. I noticed a crowd forming near the pavement I reached there to see what was going on but to my fear, it was that man. Dead and bleeding. He jumped from the 3rd floor and fell here. The saddest part was that he had one single tear in his eye. I was beyond shocked to see this. For some reason, I got emotional looking at him. This man died alone and there was no one including me to understand him. All he wanted was closeness and love. I returned to the bar to process what just happened to me. In the bar, I saw Carol and Edward looking at me happy but in a weird way. "what happened?" I asked him. "I am ain't gonna say nothing honey" he says with his usual flamboyant tone. "what happened Carol?" I asked. Carol was also smiling "I was thinking about this for a while. You are a perfect gentleman and I am a lady. So..... Will you marry me?". I was shocked for a second
I thought about it. Is she the one whom I am going to spend my entire life with? I don't want to end up like the man on the pavement. But is this the woman I want to marry? Do I want to marry a woman? That question will be the bane of my existence. I can say no. I don't like her very much. But I don't want to break her heart. Also, I remember how my mother wanted me to have a beautiful wife. I didn't think much and I said "yes" and kissed her. She screamed with happiness and Edward also clapped. He seemed to be a bit broken but he seemed to be happy for me. We spent the rest of the night partying. I have accepted my new life as a loving husband with a beautiful wife. Simple and traditional. No fuss, at least For now.