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Seven Tulips
SEVEN TULIPS
Merida, Yucatan seems like a nice place to live after all, people is nice and so is the food, everyone minds their own bussiness. But how could I do the same if I couldn’t get those big light brown eyes out of my head, and how gracefully her hair shines and makes me look stupid everytime she passes through. And I’m not talking about one of those “I will probably never see you again” scenarios, that girl is actually one of my best friends, or at least that’s what she have made think, because I mean it when I say she ain’t stupid, in fact, she is really smart, the dangerous kind of smart. Every weeked we’d go to “Progreso” a beach close to Merida, and try on all the kinds of useless stuff we’d find on the market. At the end we just didn’t buy anything at all, but it was fun to see all the different hand crafted objects. I don’t know, maybe it was just the company that made us feel so happy to be there, or at least me. We would always finish at the very end of the street, where we’d find an old woman selling flowers, she’d sell only tulips, tulips of all colors and sizes. She is the kind of girl that wants to be considered different I remember her telling me how getting roses on valentines was so mainstream, so she always told me about how much she loves tulips over roses and how she would marry the man who understood that. I just laughed every time, Of course I wish I would’ve said anything, but I rather didn’t. We used to do this each and every weekend, but lately she suddenly couldn’t keep that up anymore, she said she had other things to do. I guess that’s okay, I mean, there must be an understandable reason, right? For my bad luck, there was a reason. And that reason had a name and two legs. Yes, the girl of my dreams started dating someone. The surprising thing, is that she never mentioned it, like it was some kind of secret, I was her best friend after all. Perhaps she knew I loved her in the very inside of my heart. After that I’d wonder why I never took my chances with her, asking myself what could I have possibly done for her to know I was in love with her without actually telling her, because of course that would be very awkward, I thought. After a few months we have barely talked anymore. But when we do, she just talks about how unhappy she is, every since we stopped frequently seeing each other. Of course I knew what this meant, she does miss me and she does care about me, so I took my chances. After taking my shorts and a few dimes, I took the first bus to progreso. I got there, I walked all the way to the end of the street to the Tulips woman, just to find out that the place was closed. For my good luck, an old man saw me in my desperation and told me that he had bussiness with her before, and she lived a few blocks down the street into the town. So I thanked him and walked all the way for about a kilometer until I could find the woman’s house, she was there outside, watering her tulips, how ironic. She was very curious, so I told her everything about how I had to take the bus and walk all the way to find her because I really did need the tulips. Surprisingly the woman gifted me seven beautiful tulips, it was my reward for all my effort she said, so of course I took it. I rushed all the way back to town and to the house of my love. I wanted it to be some kind of surprise, well that was my mistake, because someone got there before me with a dozen of roses, and there it was, that beautiful smile I was so in love with, not for me though, I guess it wasn’t the tulips after all.
