Suppose I had to portray myself as a blossom, I would identify myself as a sunflower. And regarding her, she would be an exquisite crimson rose that captivated his interest. I understand the reason behind his choice of a stunning flourishing rose over a regular faded yellow sunflower. However, amidst a plethora of roses, why not opt for a sunflower ?
Did the hue of her blossom attract his attention ? If so, he could have told me and I would have painted my petals crimson too. Was it her stem that was strewn with lies in the form of thorns that did not reach heaven ? If so, he could have told me and I would have cut off my stem.
Each of her petal revealed to me precisely why she was the perfect selection. One petal displayed her loveliness, while the other exhibited her intellect. My petals varied greatly from hers, as half of them were withered and on the brink of falling.
I understand, roses are recognized as a symbol of love and passion whereas sunflowers symbolize admiration and longevity. Spectacular in it's own right a sunflower has a unique beauty that is often overlooked in favor of roses. Nonetheless, if given the chance to shine, a sunflower can be just as breathtaking and perhaps even more impressive than a stupid rose. Perhaps he had offered me an option, we could have achieved the feat of reaching the universe.
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From the depths of my heart
Teen FictionAlthough our story has reached its conclusion, I feel obliged to record the sections that center on no one but you, my beloved. As the quill dances across the paper, imbued with the rawest of emotions, it etches indelible memories upon the pages. E...
