Rose is a beautiful flower.
Red. As the color of love.
A rose is given to a lover, a sign of romance, a sign of commitment.
A name of hope, as love is in this dark world. A glimmer of light in the shadows.
Rose is a beautiful girl.
Rose is a girl in love.
But with all things, you love who doesn’t love you back and you ignore who loves you.
Perhaps she should have said what lid in her heart. We’ll never know. What we knows is that she did all she could to help, because she was the sweetest. From the beginning to the bitter end.
If only we knew who loved us instead of fixating our eyes on every bitter resentment and hatred.
Rose, the real one who got away.