She wasn't the prettiest flower in the garden. In fact, she could have been the most dull one of them all. Wilting, tilting, pedals flaky and near the point of snapping and falling to the dirt. She could be easily disposed, swept up and tossed into the junk pile of other unfortunate flowers who didn't seem to be worthy of equal attention.
After all, she wasn't the gem of the Earth.
And no, she wasn't actually a flower. Though she might as well be. So delicate, so quiet. There wasn't much room for her to grow, since more than half of her space had been occupied and used for a far more important bed of newly planted roses and daffodils.
Of course, she wouldn't argue. She was quiet. Always quiet, like she liked to be. It's possible that's the reason no one payed heed to her presence. She listened, never spoke.
There was no one to take notice of this small body with doe eyes that admired others so shyly. The smile no one ever saw, not because she was too shy to let anyone see, but because it wasn't special or pretty or bright enough to be noticed.
She didn't wear the nicest clothes. Usually baggy, plain, colors that seemed to fade and make her look like a grey cloud passing by. She wore no makeup, never did her hair. More often than not, she was a mess. Maybe that's why no one bothered glancing her way.
There was also the lack of incentive. She had no other dreams than to live a peaceful and calming life by herself in the comfort of her small but warm apartment. She had no talents, no hobbies, no interests whatsoever. She claimed she didn't need friends or anyone to love her, but to be the friend and the one who loved instead. It angered the very few who found themselves falling for her. The ones who wanted to change her spirit to fit to their liking. After her kind rejection, most if not all of them turned on her.
It was saddening, no doubt, but the feeling didn't linger long. She found herself not needing them. Not needing anyone or anything to tell her how much they cared or how they loved her.
No, that would mean giving up her heart. And giving up your heart is suicide, obviously.
In the end, her heart belonged to no one but herself.
Which is why she'll never get married.