A Rose

A rose so beautiful and pure, for years a symbol of love and passion. A symbol that conveys messages the mouth can not. A spiral dragging you in till the last of the petals curl upward to the sky. The dew from the morning rain sitting upon the petals. The rose such a beauty like the girl it now belongs to. I was never the girl who got the rose. I would gaze my eyes upon them wondering when I would get mine. There is was… not in the hands, but rather lying on the ground. A poor boy with a broken heart had just thrown it to the side without hesitation. I imagined myself being the one to receive it how with one hand I would diligently feel the petals, but then I came back to reality. I turn to see the one who dropped it. He was Mr. Popular, star athlete, and one of the most attractive guys in the school… so what happened. I saw those tear in his eyes that day. I felt so helpless inside because I wanted to help, be there, love him when his heart was too tired to try anymore. However no words could come out until we met each others eyes. All I could ask was “What happened” I won’t lie I was nervous for the answer. “I fall in love as if it’s nothing and some days I don’t feel like trying. I’m a complete moron for thinking she would go out with me.” silence filled the air after he spoke those words. You would never guess that he was feeling this way, but after that I couldn’t let him walk away. Out of impulse I hugged him and it didn’t feel odd or weird… it felt right. I just didn’t want to let go, didn’t want to end the moment.