There was an Art Gallery at the mall where I was with my family. It was a portrait of flowers.
While walking around the gallery, there were particular paintings that I liked. Mostly it was about sunflowers.
While looking at it, I cried. It reminded me of a past lover who have forgotten about me. I cried because that is one of the few things embedded in my mind when I visited her room many months ago.
For a few minutes I was crying in the Art Gallery because I remembered she loved painting. And she loved sunflowers.
I wish her the best. I want her to be happy. And if my absence brings her peace, then I will not let my presence be felt. That is the only way I can make her happy.
How about, how am I? Lost. I am still lost.
