i will fly too.One day an ant met a flower. It was the most beautiful flower its ever seen; the flower was huge to him, with the prettiest shade of blue with reddish-black ends of the curvaceous petals it had. The flower was stripped with a lighter shade of blue just within the inner petal and its bell shaped head nodded at the little ant and left him at awe. As it recurved back at the sun, the ant giggled.
You really are pretty.
The flower looked back at him, smiled and almost blushed.
My, thank you, Mr. Ant.
How come youre so pretty? The little ant almost cried, as if he was missing out on life. But mixed with an admiration too great to explain with words. The flower suddenly felt so insignificant and sad. Life wasnt fair for this little creature, who was admiring her, in so many ways, but still she felt the ant is given a gift she cant have.
I sure hope someone admires you as much as you admire me. You are lucky though.
The ant was puzzled. <i>
empty.that morning you looked at me the same way you looked at me the first time we met.
and somehow, for whatever reason, i knew something was terribly wrong.
little did i know it was wrong for me; every scenario included you having some sort of a problem.
its not that i want to, or let alone plan to, but i keep seeing you - us in everything i do.
how did you become such an important part of my life?
i never wondered youd be included in every aspect of my life.
is that what drove you away?
yes, i like to pretend im better off without you, or anyone for that matter.
i would lie when asked, and say no, im not lonely and yes, i go out a lot more now.
and yes, i meet new people.
except i dont.
and i AM lonely. and i DO miss you. and i DONT bother to go out anymore.
the thing is, the person i lie the most to is me.
we used to sit on that bench. that was your coffee mug. this was our friday night tv channel. you wo