roses.

I sit in the dancing green grass looking up at the sky, mesmerizing the scenery before me. Watching the clouds run away by every passing minute watching the colors wash over the blue sky making the sky look breathe taking.

Then I look over and smile, he's doing the same as he's  looking at every inch in the sky as if it's was his last he'll ever see, he looks over at me as he knew I was looking at him. He smiles softly with that drunk love look I love to see every time he looks at me we stare for a moment then I lay down he comes closer towards me & I look over at the rose that was near me I smile softly remembering the time he first gave me a rose.

When I told him I didn't like roses but after seeing him panic I laughed & and kisses him. After that glorious day, I've loved roses ever since. "Why are you smiling for?" I stop looking at the roses & look up at him, "I'm remembering the time you first gave me a rose." He blushes, "Right the time where I panicked cause you said you didnt like roses."

"But i do now," he looks down at me, with that same drunk love look how his eyes shine in a way that makes my heart melt I smile at this boy and think 'god how I love this idiot.

I look back at the sky, "Roses remind me of you" he hums and looks down at me.

"How so?" I laugh lightly, "cause of the rose you gave me & many more you've gave me. Every time I look at one my mind wonders to you & plays that memory then I find myself smiling." He chuckles loving what ive just told him.

"Any thing, any small stupid thing reminds me of you."

"Oh? Like what?" He looks back up at the dim sky with the most beautiful shades of red and vivid blue.

"Clothes, books, art, mostly stuff you love or hate," I grunge my nose, "really that reminds you of me?" He smiles at my expression,  "hey you don't think that's cute?" I laugh nodding, slightly getting up cupping his face, "I think it's adorable." He grumbles, he hates when I call him adorable it's makes him feel less 'manly.' I giggle & kiss his soft blushy red lips he returns the kiss.

We enjoy the silence, cuddling looking at the bright dancing stars shining endlessly my head against his chest I close my eyes listening to his heart beats.

I wake up in my room, alone I have tears running down my face wet I look at the clock at my night stand 3:17 it read I hug myself it felt more as a memory rather than a dream. I dreamt of him again, looking over at his picture at my night stand tears start flowing down it's been 2 years now that's he's gone.

I lay back down looking at the ceiling, blankly replaying my dream that was a memory of me & him. I look over at the dead dried up rose it has two pedals left the rose he gave me. I always make sure those last pedals stay there.

"Roses remind me of you."

Soon after I fall back to sleep, hoping to have that same dream even though I always do.

"Any thing, any small stupid thing reminds me of you."

End.