Rose, a red one. Never thought I'd finally get her.

A symbol of love; purity.

A single rose; a symbol of completion, and perfection.


Stunned, loss of words, breathless.

Is what it spelt.



The thought of getting a rose used to be a waste of money and time as it will die shortly.

But I've learnt that the...memory stays. Especially your ever first rose.

A very overwhelming feeling, especially when it blooms whilst its life, rested upon your hands.


Thank you, Mr. Anonymous. I will remember this, always :)!