•ONE SHOTS •

Roses

I can't think of anything, productive this time but to play my guitar and wander somewhere.

Wander somewhere that reminds me of you, a sweet memory I would never refuse to leave.

I started walking around a few blocks away from our house with my guitar, phone and ear phones.

I always remember you in everything I do and everywhere I go.

While i am tying the shoe laces of my sneakers, I remember you shouting "Wait!" And you'll hurriedly tuck shoe laces inside your shoes instead. I will smile and stand beside you watching your burgundy hair dance with summer colors.

While I am busy finding my guitar, I can't forget the times you and I go jamming and we lost our chords. Then, we will make alternative chords again and we will laugh throughout the session.

While I plug my ear phones into my phone, I remember you asking me about the titles of a certain play lists you can't name. I will see you gladly behaving when you think of collaborating our titles.

While I am walking to somewhere I don't know, I remember you going shopping costumes for a role play with me and we ended up making D.I.Y costumes, because we only went window shopping that day.

I treasure these moments. It maybe typical for average girls, but for me those made you different among others. Like a blue petal in a red rose. Your significance is unequivocal and it looks strange to others, but it is a masterpiece in my own eyes.

I am now in front of the village's a bit abandoned garden. I see overgrown vines,  shapeless bushes, faded pink fences, mossy gnome statues and a perfect spot where to sit on: a huge log under the a garden arch, coveredbwith flowering vines above and with red and white rose bushes beside it.

I ran up to that log and offered myself a seat and positioned myself on a comfortable way. I held my guitar and played the song "I Was Meant For Loving You"  a collab. of Tori Kelly and Ed Sheeran.

It is a little loud because I am the only one in there. I played and sang the chorus again and again.

⚫----After playing for like, Four times----⚫

Exhaustion struck me. I stopped playing. I therefore pinned ear phones on my ears. Playing love songs all over. Then, I let my eyes satisfy a beautiful morning view.

Red roses over pointed and rough - textured leaves caught my eyes' satisfaction. I gently picked one rose and it reminds me of you (again).

Roses have beautiful colors that are brushed over each petal giving it elegant looks, like you when we went on our prom. I never thought that even little cosmetics makes up a whole new you.

Roses have differences, big differences. Each petal counts. If it is to compare to you, it is each side of you, your emotions and your behaviour comes out distinctively.

"Hey, Edward." Ynna greeted me and as I glance at her she beamed.

"Oh, how are you?" I asked in a shocked and confused tone, and I gestured her to sit in the log, beside me. She hopefully did sit.

I sat beside her and tried to be distant. Then, she looked into my eyes.

I handed her the rose. She obviously was confused. She actually asked me "Why?"

I tried to utter words in a low voice and I said
" Roses are beautiful to see."

"Indeed" she added, concentrating more on the general structure of the roses. That made the rose reflect in her dark brown eyes.

"It is recognized by uniqueness." I continued.

She started saying something about its art as the summer breeze brushed into the the flower tips.

"How lovely the petals are with the sunshine and morning blow." She stated

I looked into her eyes. It dazzles due to warm light and she surprisingly looked unto me. And I said:

"Like you." I said and i flashed a beam

She blushed and I blushed too. She lay the flower beside her and she sweetly looked at me.

Words cannot express what we want to say that moment. I leaned and she passionately closed her eyes.

*kiss*