Part 2: Blue Hibiscus
Optimistic
op.ti.mis.tic | \äp-tə-ˈmi-stikˈ\
Adjective
: feeling or showing hope for the future
Days pass by and I enjoyed the company of my red rose. Just as I thought it's all I needed, a blue hibiscus caught my eye. I pick it up just as I did with my daisy and red rose. I know it's just a flower, but I could swear I saw it smiling at me. I decide to keep it and see if it would bring me the joy I yearn for. Seems like its optimistic impression would work for me. I guess I just found myself another friend. I'm starting to feel a bit happier! That's a good thing, right?
I'm not used to having a friend with me, let alone two. There's some sort of imbalance in the way I hold and look at these flowers. I sometimes favor one over the other. There are also times when I feel one flower favors the other over my daisy and I'm not happy about it. Could this be my first sense of jealousy? It doesn't seem nice at all, but I'm an introvert. I can't say anything. I just can't. Maybe I should just get used to it. After all, this red rose and this blue hibiscus are still my friends at the end of the day, and I really enjoy their company.
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