[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment - Another Call for Moderators Edition

I suffered a separation from someone I cared for very deeply. I went home, sat down and just started to write. A while ago I had written something along the lines of a secluded garden for her. I did n't know who it was about until I was done, I did n't know what it was about until days later. 
 
 I walk through an opening in a row of hedges. It was quite tight and narrow but it was definitely an opening. Judging by the packed dirt beneath my feet I was not the first person to come through here. I walked approximately 15 feet before I exited the hedge and entered into what seemed a new world. Colors were much brighter and more vivid. Birds sang with such grace and harmony it marveled the great musicians of my time. This world was just more rows of hedges with violets and roses patterned into them. Arranged into optical illusions, or works of art. Tulips were spattered almost randomly. Dandelions were sparse, not existing lower than 5 feet from the ground. I removed my headdress, the sun was not as hot as it was. The desert sun had burned my skin brown, but here it treated everyone. Every inch of the Earth as equals. I walked for what seemed like hours. It was a maze of beauty, a labyrinth of loneliness. Hours turned to days, days to weeks. I never once came upon a spot which I had been. Never once did I see a pattern I had already seen. It was like it was growing with every step. My mind was kept sane by the garden. It sang to me at night so I could sleep. It nourished my body when I tried to kill it. It talked to me when I talked to it. It held me in her arms when I was cold. She listened to me when I complained, or when I bragged, even when I said nothing at all. She cheered me up when I was down. She called me out when I was wrong. She wanted to fight me when I made her angry. And now, it was gone. A lightning storm in the night burned the garden to ashes. From those ashes rose someone who does n't take no for an answer. Someone who thinks before he speaks. Someone who never acts when angry. Someone who is more patient. Someone new. 
 
 -At this point I realized who it was about, but not what it was about. I had sub-consciously written every thing I knew about her. I was n't the first'packed dirt beneath my feet'. She showed me how amazing the world can be'a new world, colors were brighter and more vivid'. She liked to play off more than she actually was, she would act tough but she was never tough' optical illusions'. She was beautiful'works of art'. I opened my self up and let her in even though I had been hurt before' removed my headdress, the sun had burned my skin brown'. I spent months trying to get her to feel the same way'hours turned to days, days to weeks'. She never stopped impressing me with new little quirks or idiosyncrasies' never once did I see a pattern I had seen before, it was like it was growing with every step'. 
 
 -I would always write her things, I would woo her with words. Words are my wingman, and also the cockblocker. I could make her laugh, or I could make her cry with just a couple of written words. I told her, anytime, anywhere, anything. Ask me to write you something and I will. Even though I'm in the middle of regret. In 10 years when I would had moved on. I would still write her something. Because she will be the inspiration for every story I will ever write. I do n't really think I can muster the words to tell her how thankful I am for that little train ride of happiness. 
 
 I hope this is n't out of place, I have never posted here and I guess I got lucky that it just happened to be sunday. Well, thanks for reading.
