Flowers and the Laws of Attraction
As the sun rises up over the valley, a plain but sweet white daisy lifts its petals to the sun. Nearby, a dark red rose does the same. Their scents intermingle, leaving everything around them stunned. They continue to up the ante as the day continues. Then, the sun sets, and both flowers droop, exhausted from keeping up the façade they feel must be put in place in order to succeed in this game.
The daisy finds itself entranced by the rose. The rose is romantic, dark, and undeniably unique. Though it conforms to some traditions, it somehow manages to march to the beat of its own drum as well. The rose always seems to be there, through the pounding of the summer sun and the freezing January nights. Though it sometimes wishes otherwise, the daisy can't help it; there seems to be a bond between itself and the rose, one that won't be broken by petty nuisances.
Meanwhile, the rose can't resist the appeal of the daisy. While some would perceive the paler flower as plain, the rose knows better: the daisy is simple. Honest. Raw. In short, the daisy is one of the most beautiful flowers in the meadow. The honesty is also something the rose appreciates. While most flowers preen and interact with it to get a whiff of its romanticism, the daisy is there simply because it enjoys the rose's presence. The rose knows that its sweet companion will never be one to keep up false appearances.
Both, in their own way, feel scared, wondering how their relationship will progress. Each one is enveloped in its own thoughts, trying their damnedest to keep away their own insecurities while worrying if the other is experiencing the same thing.
Then, one day, it's all over. When the sun slowly begins its ascent, the rose turns slightly away from the daisy, lifting its petals to a nearby camellia. It's barely done anything different…but it's enough to make the daisy wonder what on earth it could possibly have done wrong.
It's not just one day that this happens on, though. Soon enough, this has become routine. The red rose, dark and poignant, has begun lifting its petals near other flowers. The daisy watches, mesmerized, almost like a human would be while watching the inevitable train wreck. Then, the sky grays over, and teardrops begin to fall out of the sky, synonymous to the daisy's state of mind.
And so, the daisy will always be wondering just what it did to deserve the snub and the loss of companionship it experienced. It will never forget what it feels like to have an attraction and to then lose it. It uses all of its resolve not to thrust its petals into the rose's personal space.
But the sun keeps on rising, and upon a new dawn, the daisy realizes the truth: there are so many other flowers that would love its attention, and no matter the initial attraction, the rose is inherently worthless. Or so it tells itself.
So on this new day, the daisy lifts its petals to other flowers around it. It starts to move on.
But it will never forget its companionship with the dark red rose, no matter how much it tries.