I fear we may be meant for each other but how sad my darling, we are taking separate rocky paths to reach our destination. But that’s fine my darling, we shall each chase the butterfly of another’s garden and blindly follow it only to realize that there’s a garden of our own waiting for us, still fresh, anew and growing. It isn’t quite ready yet. These seeds need time to root and grow and bloom. Although these rocky paths have us stumbling and lost we will keep happening upon this garden until it is overflowing with with shades of green and bright colors. Once we find it to be evergreen will we both return simultaneously to be gardeners forever more









