Summer always reminds me of you, because my poorly maintained lawn becomes a field of daisies, in white and purple hues. Daisies have always remind me of you because I remember being seventeen and asking you what your favourite flowers were, I wanted to bring you a bouquet of your favourite flowers but to my surprise you responded by telling me above all you loved daisies the most. It was funny because daisies appear everywhere. There’s not much special about them, they are common and far removed from the rarity of you.
From that day onwards whenever I would see daisies they would remind me of you. And whenever I would read my favourite book; The Great Gatsby I would think of you. And when I lost you and spring would come around those retched daisies would haunt me wherever I went for two long seasons. And for a few years I wondered when I’d stop associating these tiny yet beautiful things with you. At one point I began to believe that daisies would always remind me of you no matter how much time passed.
But then one summer day came where I sat enjoying the beautiful weather with my best friend and me and her made daisy chains and enjoyed the weather and simplicity of our lives and it dawned on me after that day that I no longer associate those flowers with you, but rather one beautiful moment shared with a dearly beloved friend.
It’s strange how the significance of seemingly meaningless things can change over time, either gradually or by the virtue of one perfect moment. Either way that was the last thing that I held onto that brought you back into my thoughts over and over and now it’s gone. And I can honestly say I’m pleased because while feelings and emotions can fade over time, distinct memories are far more difficult to rid yourself of. Little did I know all it takes is one memory that you can look at with greater fondness.