It starts as a plump pristine bud.
You have heard of such temptation. Some call it love, others dismiss it as frivolity.
The way its pink fades into white on the bud is unmistakably seductive.
Yet you undeniably sense the sensual attractions.
The size of the bud promises a spectacular bloom.
You see visions of happiness and feel spurs of romance.
The lotus bud sits quietly in the water, proudly ignoring the garnered attention.
You find yourself coaxing her into opening up; out of curiosity.
Over a few days, the petals yawn and stretch outwards.
Your attention is reciprocated. The temptation is real and the brakes stopped working long ago.
The bud unravels from its top, undressing itself petal by petal, revealing a dreamlike white resting within.
The more you learn about her, the stronger the attraction.
The outer petals start to wilt as the fragrance escapes. Although the bloom is imminent, one should not peel or pry at the petals to encourage it. Such impatience would only taint the blossom.
This is the best part of the love which you remember. The only thing you will carry with you years after you've stopped talking to each other.
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