do i exist?

no. you haven’t caught sight of me. as if i wear an invisible cloak that i do not even know since when or i have become a dust particle that you brush from your hair. it is true that i hide myself, my true nature, so that no one will fall in love with me. not even you. apples are best eaten when  allowed to ripe. right now, this apple may not taste good. in fact, it just shed the petals it once had while it was still a flower.

i see you as a beautiful soul. each time the moonbeams gather in your face, they fell like morning dew in a red rose, cold and refreshing , compelling to the senses. you are beautiful and i could not care less. you are more to me but i am less to you… for now.

but don’t be so confident. nothing stays the same. flowers will eventually form fruits and fruits produce seeds that will grow to bear more flowers. nature shapes this all. the bud is less than the flower and the seed is less than the tree that bore it. but when allowed to grow, given a room for improvement, it will and it can be more than what it used to be. you should learn that less is more. just be patient as i am until the apple ripens and you shall see the beauty and savor the sweet taste.