The Florist And The Flower

Her skin was as soft and delicate as a flower petal. Cheesy yes, but the only words that perfectly described her perfection to its closest. She looked about as fragile physically, but you wouldn't dare say that if you saw her eyes. The way she looked at you, was so powerful it knocked you straight on your ass. Man, she's an amazing creature. When you held her close, she smelled of all the aromas of summer, of days spent carelessly driving along deserted roads and hours spent staring at the stars. And oh, when she smiled? Nothing could have been more perfect. Her full lips curved up in just the right way, and it was contagious. I mean, everything about her was. Especially that adorable laugh. It was the happiest sound you could have ever heard. I mean, nothing was held back. She would throw her head back and bellow out this loud laugh that rose above everything. Nothing could have made you sad or upset after hearing that sound. It was happiness, and even if the thing itself hadn't been funny, you'd laugh with her because you wanted to share the laughter with her. God, she was so selfless too. She was the type of girl who could be bleeding profusely out of her neck and she'd still see if your paper cut was OK. I never understood how she could care about only the others she surrounded herself with. She wanted to make sure everything was fine, and if it wasn't, she'd make it that way. I couldn't even tell you how many times she'd almost give herself panic attacks trying to figure out how to fix things with people. She made everyones issues her own, and she made you think it was going to all work out. I'm pretty sure she was my angel sent directly from heaven. She was everything I'd ever needed. God she was perfect.
Until she was taken from me.
It was a regular night, and she was driving home. She had sent me an I love you and an I'll see you soon. She never made it here. Another car they never found swerved into her, and her light was extinguished as quickly as a flower being crushed underfoot. And now my personal sun was gone. When everything had been right with her here, everything is wrong because shes gone. I don't laugh with my head thrown back like she used to, nor do I smell anything good anymore.
So tonight, I'm joining her to laugh and hold her close again. I'm sorry, but everyone knows that a florist needs his flower to keep going. And my immovable flower was moved, so I will too.
I needed her to keep going, and now she's gone. So I will go where the living can't.
Goodbye.