An open letter from the Flower Fairy

"why should i ruin these pretty petals if i knew from the start that he loves me not?"

i am the flower fairy.

i take care of my little darlings from the time they come out as buds until the time they wither. i only rest when its winter time. for the rest of the year, i am very, very, very busy.

i heard it's the season again.. humans giving flowers to other humans. humans spending tons and tons of those colorful paper called "money" to buy my little darlings..

my poor little darlings that might end up with the hands of a broken-hearted little angel chanting: "he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not..." then here comes the flood.. tears.

what do my babies have to do with that. we do not tell your man to love you according to the number of petals that we have nor in the way that our scent reaches their brains.

we don't do that, and we don't have to do that 'coz if that human loves you, he'd show you, or at least let you know. we never dictate how he should feel about you.

we are flowers, you are humans.

you should know better. we are supposed to bring joy when you are sad, and not be the reason of your sorrow just because we missed one petal that should have ended that chant with a sweet "he loves me." we are supposed to be cherished, placed on the vase, be watched as we wither then be kept on a cutesie box when we finally die.

you are not supposed to hurt us just because your man is too coward to tell you whether he loves you or not. we can make you happy, you can find peace in us.

let him decide, let him think. we do not have the answer, he does.
in this coming season, a lot of us will be just around the street corner to watch you.

.. and you, my dear angel, should know what to do.

The day Peter Pan FORGOT about me..

A year after his stay in Neverland, Peter Pan returned to the Darling home.
He revealed that I exist no more, that I was dead.

He forgot about me..

I wonder how one person for whom you have given your all, is able to forget things that fast. There were moments when I thought about leaving him, only to find myself falling weakly on the floor, I couldn't move, and so I stayed.

I never forgot about him.. I spent my very short life, living in the grace of this little lingering feeling in my chest (I don't really know what it's called, humans call it Love, I'm not sure..).

I never forgot about him.. I only thought about what would make him happy. I was there despite the reality that he only thought about Wendy.

I never forgot about him.. about the dream that one day, he would notice me, and he would feel the same. He turned his back at me, thought that I was dead and got away with it without any regret, frustration, sadness, longing..

I will return to Neverland and reveal that I AM STILL ALIVE, with the same feeling and with this old dream.

Like the phoenix that has risen from the ashes, again and again,
I will be there, by his side.
I will make sure that he will not forget me.
Then, I can leave. For good..