I’m not good at this so imma try 
that one night
My mind wonders to that one summer. A small cabin, I could barely afford, at the coastline. It was not all that luxe. It was not all that big either, I could count the stept from my door to my garden with ease while stepping over all the makeup bags and summer dresses that have been thrown on the ground.
Gosh, only that gives me enough memories to make my hair stand up straight.
But that 2 inch ripped summer dress or that fine red champagne bottle along with all the other belongings on the ground did not matter to me. I would trip five times and be smiling at the next little cut out photo of us that I land on.
It is all worth it when I reach the small door to enter the garden. When I get to see that the woman I love, staring at the little plants she gave water every morning in her favorite silky robe I got for her on the first night here. That woman. It is a shame she did not know the effect she had on me, heck, still has.
I would simple stare. Stare at her. How much excitement comes out of that little tiny body when she sees the plants, she’s been loving and taking care of, grew only one centimeter. Or when they turned the beautiful color she’s been hoping for.
“It makes me think of us.”, she whispered with the most heavenly shade of pink showing up on her puffy cheeks.
But unfortunate. The plants have not seen their water again.