A Letter to my Sunflower

 

Last night, it was hard to sleep—just like the night before and the one before that. I find myself more aware of the things around me now. I’m trying to be kind to people and to understand how they’re trying to help me. If you hadn’t left me, I would have remained an ignorant fool who always thought life revolved around me.

I’ve started praying, and I’ve noticed it has a calming effect on my mind. I’ve also begun taking care of myself and engaging more in things that distract me from my thoughts. Surprisingly, I saw a sunflower today, and for the first time, I stopped to truly observe its beauty. It reminded me of you—head held high and so beautiful.

A tear fell from my eyes as my thoughts wandered to the past. I realize now that I never saw you the way I see you now. I can’t even tell you these feelings because our conversations feel like those of strangers. It feels like the person I once knew, the one who was with me, has faded away—like a sunflower that didn’t get enough sunlight or water.

I miss you so much, but more than anything, I want you to be happy.