Dragon Juice….

I
don’t know how or why your dark green color attracts me so. I’ve always wanted
to be by your side, I love the feeling. Your thorns don’t affect me, even if
they’re really sharp, they’re no match for my rough and tough exterior –
besides, I love the way they glimmer in the afternoon sun. You didn’t mind me
standing by so I hung around. You’re not the most decorative plant to have so
we were left by ourselves most of the time. I watched while you flourished but
what surprised me was your ability to bear flowers. You looked even prettier. I
thought the flowers made me love you, but I realized that you were dear to me
even before the blooms. Sooner than I can say how I felt, butterflies and bees
began taking notice. You were too busy showing off that you’ve forgotten about
the rock that stood by you the whole time. I gave no attention to anything
else; I am an unattractive rock, who would want my attention? I was contented
with your company; it was all that I needed. I let you bask on your newfound
popularity thinking that after the butterflies got what they wanted, they’ll
give you back to our world. I thought that when the attention fades you’ll
start looking for me.

But
after sometime I realized that I don’t have to wait for it all to be over. I
have to give you your life, I have to go. I leaned on you for the last time; I
was the only idiot brave enough to do it. I was not afraid of pain, hurt is
alien to me, and I’m a rock for crying out loud! What happened was beyond what
I expected; now I know what it felt like to die slowly and painfully. I
completely forgot about putting up my defenses. Your thorns that attracted me
so pierced right through my crust with unexpected sting. I leaned on you as
close as I could, trying to ignore the screaming pain, savoring my last chance
to be this close to you. I’ll miss standing by you until the wee hours in the
morning, talking about things that only we could make sense out of. I’ll miss
being part of your day, cooling under your shadow while preventing the soil
from eroding. You don’t really need me to hold this for you anymore. Your roots
are well-defined and can hold on to more soil than you’ll ever need. After
leaning for what seemed to be an eternity, I let go. I quietly rolled away,
carrying with me all the fond memories we had together. Leaving you made me
realize something, the sick fact that even a rock can feel. It was just my luck
that pain was my first sensation.

Rolling
away from you trimmed some of my roughness, it even gave me a shine I’ve never
had before. Did I waste my life standing by you? I don’t regret a moment of it.
Maybe someone better would take me. Maybe I’ll bring him luck. Maybe he’ll need
me more than you did. Maybe he’ll see me not just as a plain rock, but a
precious stone who deserves to be treasured.

—-you were the first person who made me laugh in the middle of sobs. hay, wish i had the courage to tell you when it would have mattered. i believe it’s too late to make you absorb these  things now.  if  you  happen  to  realize  this is  for you (good lord, malamang may himala na!),  don’t bother  to  react  because  i’ve almost moved on.