Beta
Writer Florence Chanu

Category Original_Fiction

Abstract Fall has always been associated with heartbreaks but you bring out the spring in the autumn. With a never ending hope of seeing you again I am and will be waiting under this cherry blossom tree.


“…..I will come when this tree grew up to be a full grown and the flower will bloom in your favourite month and at that time…..”
He hadn’t completed that sentence, just trailed off and left. After that I have never seen him. With a thought of he will come back I am looking forward to this coming month of November, my favourite month. It’s going to be the fifth November tomorrow after he left but he never came. So much self obsess you think, but I love my birth month other than anything else. And someone special had relate my favourite month with his favourite flower. It’s still vivid before my eyes.
“…what do you mean by cherry blossom in November? Isn’t it cherry on top or icing on the cake? “ “ It is but for the world, for me it would always be cherry blossom in November. “
“But why?”
“ Because I love cherry blossom and there are different types of them. There are winter cherry blossoms too, or what the Japanese called it as fuyuzakura. And fuyuzakura blooms occasionally throughout the winter season. And I like this one better. ‘Cause it feels like a person facing their problems and at the same time grooming themselves too, not just the appearance but their life also. The coldness of winter is the hurdles and to bloom throughout that hurdles is the person grooming their life. So yeah, I like the fuyuzakura better. And plus point you are born in November so cherry blossom in November. “
“Why do always relate anything with life? Life sucks, it’s not as fascinating as you relate. Don’t compare with the nature beauties or melodious notes and chords. I feel bad for them. “
“ I love personifications and metaphors. I don’t want to limit my life viewing from only human POV, rather, I like to see my life by personifying it, metaphorically, particularly flowers.”
After saying those words that had filled my heart with warmness and love, one day he came. Without saying anything he took me to a place. It was filled with cherry blossom saplings. Little did I know with the gift of beauty he was giving there lies a goodbye.
He said, “I can’t even bring myself to call you by your name. I love you but I seem to lost all the faith that I have within me. I am scare I am going to fail you and hurt. Let’s take a break. We are not separating… just I need some time to myself.”
On that day standing before him hearing those words he have no idea how shattered I felt for him. He is always been the strong, happy, carefree. Seeing a side of him like that I realised how life can be so beautiful yet so ugly. I had promised to him that I will give him the space when needed.
“Don’t worry I will come when this tree grew up to be a full grown and the flower will bloom in your favourite month and at that time….”
“At that time what?”
“Nothing I will complete it when we meet again.”
On that day he finally sing the song that he has writing for quite a long time.
‘ Oh my beloved!
I finally found you
Never have I thought you will be my cherry blossom
This winter season there’s no coldness
All I feel is warmth
They say first love don’t end up together
What if I told you that I don’t want ending but a forever journey?
Oh my beloved!
I finally found you
Never have I thought you will be my spring maple leaf
This autumn season there’s no dried leaves
All I feel is greenery
They say first love don’t end up together
What if I told you that I don’t want ending but a forever journey?
I make fun on that day but I now yearn for that croaky voice of yours. It’s going to be 5 years the trees are now fully grown, gone are the four November, fallen are the thousand petals of cherry blossom, the page on which you wrote the lyrics has now worn out, the sides are torn and become yellowish just like the way you always like and it’s only you that has never come. Are you going to come this time?
Please come back. I miss you so much. When I open my eyes tomorrow please don’t let me see the sunrise rather be it your face.