🌸 Planted This Cherry Blossom I planted this cherry blossom the way I plant my hope—softly, with han…
🌸 Planted This Cherry Blossom I planted this cherry blossom the way I plant my hope—softly, with hands that still tremble from all the goodbyes I never wanted. Its petals open like the people I love: gentle, bright, full of promise, and for a moment I believe they might stay. But seasons have their cruelty, and hearts have their wanderings. Those I care for always leave— not with anger, just with the quiet drift of someone who never learned how deeply they were held. So I sit beneath this tree, letting its pink rain fall over me, a reminder that beauty can ache and still be worth growing. If friendship is a garden, then I am the one who keeps planting— even when the soil remembers every loss. And maybe one day, someone will stay long enough to see this blossom reach full bloom and know it was planted for them.
