She fell in love deeply when he planted seeds in his backyard that grew into white flowers and pumpkins. He used the thyme that later grew and added it to our soup.
She fell in love with his language, as he talked about how the bees quickly notice pollen and they make a stop at his new garden, you could hear the buzzing he said, he noticed the details just like that.
The rarity of his smile only appearing when talking about how amazing earth is and I longing looked up to him, he had this faraway look in his eyes about the fact that insects found their way to survive in his little world he created—that he nurtured them, although he was unable to nurture me.
I was half awake in his bed every Saturday morning and he’d leave my warm side, it was early Summer so he hurried before the heat arrived.
He slid on his brown worn out sandals to tend to his garden. Then would come back to me and fall asleep for a little longer.
He’d pull me into the shower and I took all the hot water, we held each other and closed our eyes as if we were only existing in a white bright room.
She was falling deeply into his being, but he was falling into another without resistance.
