Letter

jasmine. hazel. rose. she loved flowers. and so it was only natural for her to like the flower names they were discussing. he held them in his arms with a sad smile. it would be their last night together, the three of them.

For the laughs we had, the crazy adventures we traveled, the sandy footprints we left behind...

- John

There were so many thing I wanted to say to you. But sometimes, it is better to leave some things left unsaid.

There on the windowsill lied sands of the beach, an outward movement revealing an entire jar of blue sea glasses beside a card. A carved heart shaped blue necklace lying. It was beautiful. It was the end.

Hope, he told her

...is beautiful to believe.

So she trusted him with her heart.

There's a flower, called the prairie lupine. It grows, high in the slopes of Mount St. Helens. After eruptions. Eruptions that destroys all signs of life nearby. Turning scenes to ashes and stones. Growing, flourishing. A full flower. It has a special root structure, providing its own fertilizer. Living alongside bacterium, through photosynthesis, nitrogen for simple sugars. Despite nutrient poor remains of the earth, through the most inhospitable terrain, the most difficult conditions, the lupine grows. Paving the way for new life to follow.