smell the roses | j.j.k

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October 14th

I told you about the meaning of yellow roses today. You laughed and you called yourself stupid.

I wish I could tell you I was the real stupid one.

Espeically my idiotic thought that you were going to tell me you knew, and they were just for a friend. My stupidity as my fist clenched the bottom of my shirt as you asked me what roses I think you should buy instead. My pathetic heart and the way it dropped when I watched you walk out with red roses instead today.

Even through my disappointment, you made me smile.

She was lucky. She was so lucky. I wondered if she appreciated your beauty the way I did.

I wonder is she realised you are far more beautiful than the roses in your hands.

I keep telling myself one day I'll find someone like you. Yet. all I really want is you, and it's taking time, but maybe the red roses is making it easier. You already belonged to someone. Even though I wished silently that it was me, as long as she made you smile, I would be content.

As long as it meant you coming into the florist. As long as it meant I still got to see your face.