Euphoria

    Euphoria.

    That's what I feel when I see you. An overwhelming feeling of happiness.

    Just by looking at you, all these feelings bloom within me. Curiosity, attraction, admiration, one after the other, all these flowers blossom. I become a garden of emotions, and you're the one watering my sentiments. Day by day, these plants grow, they become greener, more vibrant, more colourful.

    My desire grows everyday.

    Because of one lingering gaze. Because of one flashing smile. Because of one helping hand. Because it's you. Radiating warmth, care, and affection. Ever so friendly, ever so tender, ever so fond.

    But not towards me.

    I search for those feelings when looking into your eyes. I don't find any of that warmth or tenderness, but complete blankness instead. Those eyes I grew to love are filled with harsh coldness, completely frozen.

    That's how it ended before it even started. The storm demolished the flowers that took forever to bloom. Piece by piece, petal by petal. Withering into nothingness. This never-ending blizzard. Your emotionless eyes. How did the clouds form this fast?

    Walking back on the crushed leaves, with nothing in sight, a monochrome mixture of black and grey. Except for one remaining sunflower, raising its head towards the peeking sun, seeking out its warmth.

    Euphoria.