Photograph by Mitch Guy
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It was the most romantic night of my life. I couldn't remember being any higher than I was tonight. The moon was out, the stars were bright, and I saw his eyes twinkle as we strolled near the pond, hand in hand. I held his rose in one hand, drinking in its scent now and then as we chatted of life, love, and anything else that we wanted to share. I was closer to him than I've been to anyone. We slowed and embraced. Our faces touched and his lips caressed my cheek.
Then she appeared.
She was crying, holding her face in her hands, and watching us with so much pain in her eyes.
I broke away from him as she approached, mascara streaking down her cheeks. Her eyes were focused only on him. It was as if I was invisible. My happiness was shattered as she grew inches from his frowning, concerned face. She whispered the words "How could you?", and placed something small into his hand now parted from mine. Before she turned, her sad eyes flickered to me and caught my eye. They focused on me for a moment, a glint of anger and hatred appeared, and then something else...admiration? No...a longing envy. She then turned and sprinted away, letting a gut-wrenching sob escape from her lips.
My heart broke for her.
Then it broke for me as he turned away from me, hiding the sparkling object she had given him.
I knew what it was. The rose slipped from my fingers. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to scream at him for her. But instead I walked away. I abandoned him just like I had abandoned the rose that now floated near the rocks at the edge of the pond.
No one touched it.
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The rose slipped from her hand as the first tear began to fall from her brimming eyes.
Her mind going over and over the last words they spoke, the very last moments they had shared.
And, her heart broke.
i have a doubt...
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Vin...
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"Joanna, you have a delivery." I dried my hands and walked into the foyer to see Mark standing there with a rose. "Who sent you this? There's no card."
I looked down at my feet. I had forgotten what day it was. "Mark, we've only been together for a little while, and..."
"Joanna, are you seeing someone else?"
"No. I just, I just can't explain, but no, I'm only seeing you."
I took the rose and walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I slid open the closet door and grabbed a piece of string from the desk so that I could tie up the rose for it to dry. The box from the top shelf of my closet whispered for me to pull it down, so I did. A shoebox full of roses and pictures and memories: 6 years of memories. My fingers felt weak as I flipped through the old photographs. I didn't love him anymore. I mean, of course I cared about him, but those old feelings were finally gone. I was sure.
So I took the rose and went for a walk down to the lake. My memories of him would always exist, but for the first time in 6 years, I felt strong enough to let them exist somewhere else. I laid the rose on the shore, and watched as it floated away. And for the first time in 6 years, I didn't cry.
The Prose of a Stolen Rose
Stealing her away from her soul mate; he saw her beauty and thought that she would be the one. She would be the one he could capture a smile with and the one that he would hear those words with that he so desperately longed to hear.
Out on the boat, the three of them drifted into the centers of the water. He rested her on the edge of the boat, as he knelt down on his knees. She fell into the water, never to return.
She hoped to find the one that he stole her from, as she drifted away with hope.
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It was the most romantic night of my life. I couldn't remember being any higher than I was tonight. The moon was out, the stars were bright, and I saw his eyes twinkle as we strolled near the pond, hand in hand. I held his rose in one hand, drinking in its scent now and then as we chatted of life, love, and anything else that we wanted to share. I was closer to him than I've been to anyone. We slowed and embraced. Our faces touched and his lips caressed my cheek.
Then she appeared.
She was crying, holding her face in her hands, and watching us with so much pain in her eyes.
I broke away from him as she approached, mascara streaking down her cheeks. Her eyes were focused only on him. It was as if I was invisible. My happiness was shattered as she grew inches from his frowning, concerned face. She whispered the words "How could you?", and placed something small into his hand now parted from mine. Before she turned, her sad eyes flickered to me and caught my eye. They focused on me for a moment, a glint of anger and hatred appeared, and then something else...admiration? No...a longing envy. She then turned and sprinted away, letting a gut-wrenching sob escape from her lips.
My heart broke for her.
Then it broke for me as he turned away from me, hiding the sparkling object she had given him.
I knew what it was. The rose slipped from my fingers. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to scream at him for her. But instead I walked away. I abandoned him just like I had abandoned the rose that now floated near the rocks at the edge of the pond.
No one touched it.
As she raced away late for her curfew
She forgot a lone rose all along
The runner-up walks down the same path
But not in a hurry and sees the rose
One of the winner's roses
She attempts to catch up to the running winner
But cannot
What to do? She says to herself?!
The runner-up now has a winner's rose as well.
When she gets home, she places it in a vase next to her bed.
The last thing she sees when she sleeps.
The first thing she sees when she wakes.
A winning rose for her!!
He dropped it into the empty ocean.
It floated to be remembered.
Let it be someone elses love.
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