short stories from the life of an 19 year old

my flowerboy pt. 1

I've certainly seen many happy people in
my life, but somehow he gave of a special
type of harmony.

He made me see light in pure darkness and made the road I once wanted to end everything on seem like a flowerbed full of daisys and roses.

I wanted to lay in it and smell it's sweet scent.

When I looked at his deer eyes, my belly filled with warm strawberry jam. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to feel his warmth on my heart, wanted him to touch and hold it.

As we walked on that empty street, I could feel the
wet concrete under my shoes, felt his soft cotton hands against mine and smelled his perfume.

I turned my head to my right and reached out for one single rose that was happily growing then and there. I took it and held it close. It's thorns poked me a little, but as long as his hand stroked mine,

this lovestory was perfect.