2009-12-10 @ 1:28 AM
The Moonlight Rose
Once upon a time, there was a young man, walking down a path of darkness...
He strolls the road without a mind for his direction...
He is lost...
He is lonely...
He seemed as if he doesnt know himself, but in truth, he`s mind appeared like a crumpled paper of memories...messed up by fate and sadness...
Each and every step he makes seemed like a drag in a rough road.
He walks alone.
And yet, he dreams.
The young man is a dreamer. A wishful dreamer who walks a pitch black-loomed path in search of light. A dreamer who has his eyes opened, and yet, he sees nothing but himself in despair.
He continues to walk...alone...
...when all of a sudden, from the skies a flower was dropped before him.
It was a beautiful flower...none of which has he ever seen before...
There was elegance in its overlapping petals of white...it has a fragrance so sweet it could bring to the frowner even a slightest of an honest smile...it carries with its whole being a refreshing ambience that sooths the lonely heart...
...and within its pristine form, a warm light came flickering...a light that only the moon in its kindest radiance could give off...
``I shall call you, the Moonlight Rose.`` the young man whispered, delighted by the sight of such beauty before his hands.
The beauty that was the Moonlight Rose gave him hope and happiness.
It appeared as a faint light in the shadows where he stands, but sure enough, the young man, delighted and wishful, continued to walk down his path...
Little by little, as he took little steps from where he stood, the shadows around him slowly creeps away...slowly vanishing...
The moonlight rose lighted up a path before the young man.
He was showed into the most wonderful of things...
A path laden with all the colors of this world...
...beautiful words crafted with wit came flying from all directions, and came with them are the sweetest melodies than endeared the heart of a loner...
...sweetest it is for the young man, although to another it may just sound ordinary.
The path the young man walks was never the same again.
The frown eventually was replaced by a smile...
The then-confused mind regained its form...
The self of the dreamer became filled with hope and confidence...
The eyes that could not see anything, now looking forward to a bright tommorow...
The heart that was once filled with despair...now filled with love...
Yes. Love.
The curious mind of the dreamer wonders.
``Why have you come?``
``It is because I chose to come``, whispered the rose in its faint glimmer.
``Then why does your light seemed enervated?``, the young man asked, finding the light to be a little faint, despite its warmth.
``It is because I was astrayed from the moon`s light.``
The young man understood the flower`s words. The light, though warm and wishful, felt pain too. It didnt take the best of the minds for the dreamer to realize...for he, too, was in pain, until the rose came...
He decided, at that very moment, that he, too, would try to bring light to the rose of his life.
He listened to every whisper the rose spoke...
He waited earnestly for the rose to settle, after dancing with the whiffs of the wind...
He reached out his hands to the delicate frame of the flower...offering comfort...
He offered the sweetest and the most sincere of his heart...all in the effort of bringing light to a special flower that was the Moonlight rose...
The Moonlight rose...
The flower who made him feel important and special, if only for a while...
Only love and affection could he give back...
Time passes without their knowing.
The young dreamer was weak and frowning no more.
A smile lining his face every day.
The flower, with time, finding strength and comfort...
...eventually lighting up more brightly than before...
As for the reason of whether it is the dreamer who gave her that, no one would know.
Or perhaps, it was not him.
One serene night, the dreamer witnessed a spectacle.
The moonlight rose, silently in a corner, smiling...
...a moon beam radiating upon her form.
Beauty and joy could be reflected from its delicate white petals.
Its stem and its leaves gracefully moving with the lively air around her.
The light shone more celestially, as if it has already found what it is that was lost.
The young dreamer witnessed the flower in its most endearing demeanor.
``I shall return now``, the rose said, with the sweetest smile on her face.
He couldnt put up any words.
His being was in vain.
He wished the Moonlight rose to stay.
And now, the very rose he cherished decides to part.
``I have healed, so now I shall return.``
He remained silent. Tears began to fall from his cheeks.
Memories started to be recalled.
From the darkness that was once the path the young man walks, until the rose appeared out of nowhere...
All the sound chats they shared...
All the laughter that relieved sorrow...
All the lessons that straightened the errors...
All the colors that were revealed.
All the words that the heart spoke out.
The dreamer closed his eyes. ``I love you``, he said from the bottom of his heart, and with trembling lips that spoke of both fear and appreciation.
The dreamer opened his eyes. The Moonlight rose was nowhere to be found.
The flower flew its way back to the light of the moon that she yearns for. The light of her happiness.
It was then that the young man realized...his surroundings did not return to the darkness that it once where.
Despite being left, he didnt feel any despair. Yes, he was sad by the loss, but never the sadness that haunted his being.
He didnt return to the darkness. He will not return to the darkness.
The moonlight rose has left him something very valuable...something that he will forever cherish in his heart.
The light stayed with him. An inspiration. A guide. A hope. A reason to be happy.
He will forever carry it with him, the light will become part of him.
A wish was made by this dreamer`s heart:
``Find your happiness as I have found strength in you. Continue shining, and bring happiness and hope to those around you. He who carries you is indeed lucky to have such a flower of endearing grace and wisdom. No harm must be done to you again. Continue shining. In love you shine the most. May you never forget me, as I shall never forget you...
...and whenever the moon casts out its radiance on a silent night, I shall remember everything that you`ve done for me. I shall forever cherish those memories.``
Life goes on for the man who continues to dream.
A fleeting memory, but an exalting memory, nonetheless.
This is the story of a flower who changed the dreamer`s life forever.
The story of the Moonlight Rose.
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To my professor:
I am not sure when will you have the time to visit my blog again. I am sure you are having the time of your life now, and you deserve every bit of enjoyment and challenge that are coming your way.
I have read your post. Although I am having mixed thoughts, I feel in myself that I should be more than happy for what you are having right now. You have finally moved on, and now, you found another love. I am happy for you, and I wish you the best of luck.
This story is dedicated for you...it is my way of retelling how much you changed my life ever since you came. You are the only person who spoke `those` words to me, and for that I am thankful. Perhaps I am partially sad that I wasnt able to be the person to give you the happiness you seek, but then again, nothing will change. I will still be a friend for you to lean on, even if you have already alot of them around you.
So yeah...
I hope this will be the start of yet another happy chapter in your life.
Thank you for everything...I will never forget you...
25. Silver. Moon.
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