1

I love that brown skin of yours covered by that red shirt. The slanted eyebrows that look like whales. How you move them in waves like it’s the sea. You make me laugh by just looking at you. Though, it might be a laugh of nervousness. How can someone so beautiful be in love with me?

2

I remember walking over the broken fence, skipping across the railroad tracks, tripping over rocks to get there. I don’t remember if you held my hand though. I think I just followed you, and your footsteps to get to the hill. I don’t remember much though of how we got there. 

3

It is funny to think that we got you at an abandoned house with cobwebs, but I still carried your mothers so that you can grow in my love. Of course, I tore you from your mother and planted you in dirt, in a pot where another one of you had died. I won’t let you die like the other one did.

1

I laughed at you all the time. I think sometimes you do that purposefully. Why does it look like you’re so tired nowadays? Have you always been this tired? Your smile looks stretched and your eyes look bland. You don’t always have to smile for my sake. 

3

I wonder what kind of succulent you are? I just know that you are green, plump, and pretty to look at. I don’t even know which house I took you from. I don’t remember if I pulled you from another plant, or if you fell when I was transferring pots. I just know that I will take care of you now. 

2

I don’t know why you picked this place to break up with me. To be honest, this location is much prettier than most of the dates that you have taken me to. I would have loved to see more places like this. Do you think if we went out to more scenic locations, you would have still loved me?

2

I remember snapping a picture. You took one too. It was odd because we were barely looking at each other and I had tears running down my face. Yet we both took the time out of the act of breaking up with each other to take a picture of the sunset. I later posted this picture on facebook, and you later told me that you were weirded out by it. 

1

Your eyes have no light in them. Your smile is brilliant yet I know it not to be genuine. I know that you are not the person I fell in love with three years ago. I know that you have changed and that you’ve grown less emotional, less responsive, less. Yet you assure me that you are okay. I know you tell the truth. You’re too honest for your own good. So I will believe you. 

3

I wonder who was it that took care of you before I came into your home and carried you away. That abandoned home that no one wanted any more. Her sons did not want you. They said that we can take you free of charge. They did not want you to remind them of their dead mother who lived here just days ago. 

2

I find it ironic that our end was so beautiful. You insist that you broke up with me, and I insist that it was the other way around. I did not think what we had was beautiful at all. At the time I just wanted it to end. I wanted you to leave. I wanted to be free. I was happy when we hugged even though I pretended to be sad, for your sake. 

3

I moved you several times in fact. From that abandoned home to a planter, to the small space of dirt on the sidewalk. It wasn’t until I saw that you were beginning to get swallowed by your brothers and sisters that I decided to move you again to that small pot on the table. 

1

I get glimpses of who you were before and the love that you seldom get the chance to show me. It isn’t your fault though. And I will keep repeating that fact until you believe it. But you are too logical to believe me. You repeat facts over and over again. To you facts are iron clad, whereas I see point of view as bendable. 

3

Papa thought that the house was haunted. As when we were done moving you and your family from that house and into the van, the door would not shut. It was as if the previous owner did not want us to take you away. That she did not want to let go. 

1

Red always looks fantastic on you. It is simply just your color. It compliments your skin. I wish I was that shirt. I am trying not to be creepy or anything. I’m just being overly honest like you. But don’t you think you would feel more comfortable with me next to you rather than that red shirt?

2

I remember my chest feeling so light after we broke up. I wanted to smile. I know you wanted to get rid of me so badly at that time. Yes I was your girl, but you wanted so many other girls. I was just the girl you had at that time. I couldn’t be what you wanted me to be. I couldn’t do what you wanted me to do. And when I resisted, it was my fault. If I said no it was my fault. 

3

It was just a jammed door. It was a cute house, but it was an old house. The backyard that you came from was a jungle, but don’t worry now, my child, I brought you home. And I will nurse you until you are grown. 

2

It was both of our faults. I wanted to be free, you wanted someone else. I have accepted that fact. I have forgiven you. I have forgiven myself. We have a strange friendship. An understanding. Just let me sink into the sunset and you can be on your way. 

1

I don’t know when I will see you again. I just want to work hard so that I can build a house for you. So that you can smile genuinely again. So that you can talk nonsense to me. I will wait and wait and wait for you to come back. I’ve made up my mind.