The Goldenrod

And you brought the bloom in the midst of my autumn

The doom feels empty. But you —the embodiment of love, exist within my chaos.

Today marks a day when the garden is filled with brownish hues, covering the once-green grass. Shades of brown are the only colors that the eye can capture and the breeze pricks the skin. Cold enough to send shivers.

As the wind blows gently, the leaves fall from the branches, serving as a gentle reminder for some people. Reminds them that life is like the autumn leaves—monotone, bound to fall and bloom. Dead and alive.

But somehow, among the fading tones, the existence of a magic plant appears. A burst of color amid the monotony. It shines, as if destined to be radiant among them all. True to its name, the Goldenrod grows between the rusted garden and the old cottage. A plant that thrives where others cannot.

And among all that stillness, a familiar warmth reminds me of you. Just like how your presence is captured by my lenses: the epitome of happiness, in the midst of my dullness. How your smile magically ignites some kind of spirit to get through another day.

Grateful for how your existence gently mends my cracks—Filling the cracks of this old cottage with love. And how you, the love itself, filled the garden with your warmest presence.

To be in love with you seems like seeing the stars from Earth. This fool is utterly hooked by you, the beautiful scenery.

Like the sunset, you captivated hearts effortlessly. And like breathing, you caught my heart without my guard. Every road back to you feels rain-drenched—slippery, uncertain, but I still take it anyway.

And so, to the one who blooms in my unkempt garden, may you always bloom in every season as tough as the goldenrod. Shine bright as the stars you are. Be the color in the midst of someone’s autumn.

Through these unseen letters you’ll never read, allow me to present my feelings in the only way I know. It may be the humblest thing I could do, but just like how you light up this day, I hope your glow never fades—even in the hardest seasons, when the dark cuts the night deep. Warm, as you’ve always been, filling the cold in every empty heart around the world, including mine. Be the gold and joy like the sunset you are, always beloved by everyone.

May you, the Goldenrod, always bloom in your own rugged path. Through the cracks of the hardest stones, as tough as you have always been. To the sun for my moon, I wish for you to always shine bright and warm. May your spirit keep burning, radiant like the sun you are. Thank you, for being the light in the moon’s darkest phases.

Shine in your own way, always bloom, and may happiness always be with you. As you always bring light into every dead-end life.

Dealing with goodbyes is like having a snack in your spare time. But you, somehow, feel like a warm ginger tea that makes me alive in your warmest welcome.

May you always be surrounded by the love you so selflessly give. May you always receive it back in the most beautiful way.