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Hey this is GeekBlue I just made this on scratch for a picture for a creative writing project here's the essay: The Pains of Love and Attachment Sometimes people don’t understand what is important to you. They say “I’m sorry” but have no idea why. Although many won’t think it’s a big deal, it felt as it was your everything for you. Everyone has one of those things. I will now tell you mine. One day, my mother told me, “Go outside and stop playing video games.” I reluctantly agreed. I did nothing besides kick a few pebbles and watch cars pass by. When I counted my fourth car passing by, I saw it. A vibrant green plant, about two inches tall, with smooth, round leaves, no bigger than an eraser at the end of a pencil. Curiosity soon turned into deep appreciation. With great care, I took the plant out of the ground, being careful not to snap any of its fragile roots, I planted it in a yogurt container. It looked more or less like this: *Insert picture of project here* I admired the plant for ages and observed the little, green tower from every angle. Twice a day I would water the little yogurt cup with the bathroom sink and gave the small plant at lots of sun by placing it on the windowsill in my bedroom. As my plant grew bigger and stronger, I decided to give it a name: Plantra, a combination of the Latin words for ‘nature’ and ‘plant’. I became very attached to Plantra, and even started having conversations with it. Call me crazy, but It felt as if it had a conscience, as if Plantra is more human than just a plant. Every now and then, there would be pleasant surprises here and there that happened to Plantra. One day, I came to see that a thin, but definite layer of moss covered the soil from which Plantra grew in. Looking at the yogurt container, it was a snapshot of a distant part of the earth, as if a part of our lovely planet shrunk and landed in my room. I would stare at the garden for a good long while, captivated by the beauty of my own little patch of forest. Sometimes, my mom had to drag me downstairs just so her forgetful son could have some dinner. But that was not the last of the surprises. I trudged home from school, dying from all the cumbersome homework I lugged around all day. When I trudged into my bedroom, I hung up my backpack and collapsed in my bed. Maybe seeing Plantra would cheer me up I thought as I hoisted up my almost dead body onto my desk chair. But what I saw next caught me completely off guard. Plantra had not one, not two, but three whole flowers in full bloom! The flowers looked so delicate. There were five petals on each flower, the dark purple color slowly fading as it got to the center of the flower. In the middle stood a cluster of neon yellow pollen, still vibrant and yellow. The kind of joy I felt was unexplainable! The vibrant, violet blooms made me feel Plantra exclaimed “Thank you!” directly at me. As I jumped for joy, however, my happiness shrouded the tragedy soon to take place. A week later, my seven-year-old cousin came to visit. He thought Plantra is just a shiny toy to play with, and he treated it as such. When I came to my room, it looked a hurricane struck there. Dirt caked all over the carpet, the yogurt container torn into shreds, and worst of all, Plantra sat there in the middle of the mess, its leaves torn and the stem limp and lifeless. Poor Plantra had died. My face grew hot and red. I clenched my fists until they became tight knots. My eyes were squeezed shut to prevent any tears from coming out. Denial engulfed my entire being. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t run from the cold, painful truth that is called death. I kicked my cousin out of the room, slammed the door, buried my face into a pillow and completely lost it. I sobbed for my beloved friend that is now gone. After giving Plantra a proper goodbye, I buried the lifeless plant in my backyard. After the incident, I grieved for the death of two individuals: Plantra, one of my greatest friends, and my joyful past self, buried under miles and miles of despair. A month after the tragedy, I attended my friend’s grandfather’s memorial. He got hit hard by the death of his beloved grandfather, as they were both very close. When we came face to face after the memorial, he suddenly burst into tears and wept bitterly. After he calmed down, he told me the most shocking thing I have heard in my entire life, “I wish I never loved my grandfather at all, so I wouldn’t have to feel the pain of him passing away,” I had no idea he would think of something like that. So, after careful thinking, I finally spoke to my friend, “Everyone has a time when they need to go. You just have to accept that fact and move on. You may never heal completely, but after all, that’s why we miss them, right?”