dear danelle

xxv.

i went to the flower shop and bought her one single dark red rose with thorns.

that's how she was:

fragile but strong,

shy but explosive,

sad but beautiful.

i scribbled a quick note "i love you." and put it with the rose.

i have just entered the room and i saw a small grin appear on her face, tugging at corners of her eyes.

"i knew you'd come" she said.

i felt my face burning.

"did you?"

"yes, because you're the only one who really cares."