Roses

It’s killing me to know there’s someone else out there buying you roses.

Roses.

Who doesn’t know roses?

There are various colors of roses, but the one I love is the red rose.

Why red rose?

‘Cause it looks so bold.

So stunning.

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So gorgeous.

Just like you,

My Rose.

Who’s my rose?

That one girl who left me last night.

So, should I say… his rose?

‘Cause she already has someone else.

And it’s killing me to know there’s someone else out there buying her roses.

— J.