Piano Keys and Decisions

I stare out into the sunset.

The breeze blows my hair into my face... 

And all I can think is that... 

Why would we ever leave here?

A place meant just for us. 

A piano with just enough keys.

Do we believe in love?

Or are we just ready to make love happen?

Years I have been wishing for this flower to bloom...

So you too would see its' beauty.

But now I'm not too sure if... 

I'm ready to pick this flower.

This flower which hasn't bloomed when I wanted it to. 

This flower that took its time to figure out everything.

I am wondering if this particular flower is the one I need. 

We've come so far in this field. 

We don't need to stop. 

Or do we?

I am always seeking for something better... 

What if there isn't something better out there?

What if...

I already have the world's perfect flower?

Beauty can fade... 

It can dry out. 

Will we let it?