I open my apartment door eager to see the familiar violet azaleas lining the walkway nearest my apartment building. My lips curl into a smile as I pass by a large bunch of daffodils. I run my fingers across their velvety petals; each touch fills my heart with happiness. However, seeing a cluster of yellow tulips nearby, I tear up. Nostalgia washes over me as these delicate flowers evoke memories of my time with you.
By: Isaac Lim The iron-forged steel handle was cool to the touch, worn out from the stream of regular customers opening and closing the gateways to heaven. Patterns and engravings faded away to display the