Teardrops and Lilies

 

When they ask you, "I have good news and bad news, which one do you want first?" We instinctively ask for the bad news first, because we hope that the good news after, would bring color to the gloom.

The same is true for the red flags we ignore in love. We see them, they are oftentimes undoubtedly glaring. But we choose to see and believe only the things we want. 

The rude comments our lover makes, we pass them for a bad day. The change in communication pattern, we accost them to stress or busyness from work.

When you complain that they stopped being sweet, they claim that they should be the one being pampered. And you rethink and agree. 

The monosyllables and the way they often walk away while you're still talking. Even when they give a cheek instead of lips to a kiss, we pass it that we hesitated first or did something.

When we hear tales of their escapades, we say that they cannot return to that life. And when we see proof, we call them oldies/throwbacks. The signs are now written on stone, still, we want the good news last.

Eventually, we would look into our bag of green, to search for something, just anything to cover up the news that they cheated. But we'd find none, only all the red flags we pushed to the bottom. Then we begin to sink to the ground, burying in it all, because we always choose teardrops first, before the lilies.