Sometimes I look at you and I think I’d like to plant a tree with you. I’ve never wanted to make that sort of commitment with a person. We would watch it grow and watch its leaves change, fall off, grow back again while the seasons change and our love stays the same. We would watch raindrops spilling off the leaves and listen to them rustle on windy days and pray no thunderstorm will harm its branches. It would belong to both of us for the rest of forever, even if we no longer belong to one another. But the really nice part is that it wouldn’t only belong to us, it would belong to the earth in the same way we do and in the same way every person who walks by our tree would and that would be beautiful. And we could love our tree the way we love one another and share that tree with the whole wide world and it would almost be like we were sharing our whole love with them too. Maybe someone would walk by our tree hundreds of years after we've gone and think to themselves, “How wonderful.” And it would be funny because that’s the same thing I’d thought to myself about you.
As much as I hate to think it, I know we might not be eternally intertwined the way the tree’s roots would be with the soil. But I would take solace in picturing you passing by our tree with any hint of subsisting feeling for me manifesting itself in your expression. I would hope it would be one of nostalgia, a quick gleam in your eye, a wistful smirk before you cast your eyes downward with a gentle sort of acceptance. I would hope you would remember it fondly and maybe occasionally you would take the long way home just to remember it again. I would.
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