Summer Blooms

"I am not perfect, but I'll try to make you smile each day.
I have nothing to offer, but I won't let you feel alone and incomplete.
I may not be able to buy you a ring, but I swear to love you for eternity."

"Close your eyes," I said. But before you complied you gave me that smile
that seems to say "what are you up to, huh?" And I can't blame you.
I had never been romantic, in any ways. For somehow trying to live had
consumed me. I was like the genius type and the only artistic touch I have
in my life is you. Yes, we always clash... black and white, bitter and fun.
And yet we compliment each other. As if the plus and minus are just pieces
in a puzzle that go along together. You complete me, in so many ways.

I held your hand and guided you to the garden where I had been arranging
the checkered cloth and the picnic basket for the past 15 minutes. Making
sure that I included your favorites. When you opened you're eyes, there was
the look I expected but I was hoping you'd never give me. The look of "Is this
for real?-what are you up to?" kind. So I just scratched my head and smiled
quite childishly. At least you were surprised.

We started eating. I always love watching you eat. After all these years, you
still eat like a cat. And I laughed quietly coz I adored that so.
Then we laid our backs on the picnic cloth and watched the blue summer sky.
The clouds are moving and changing shapes, too slow that you'll never notice
that they are indeed changing.
I noticed you twisting some green grass that you've just pulled while your eyes
are set on the sky. That day, I wanted to assume that you might have
love-poisoned me because everything's already perfect and yet I stood up.
Gathered some small flowers, twisted the stems and made a circle out of it.
Crazy, I thought. I had never brought you flowers for it's something that I just
never do. And yet I called your name, and placed the flowers on your head.
You smiled and held my hand. You are beautiful.