That Rose In My Diary...

Preface

I was going through my books when I came across this old notebook...
It looked pretty old and I instantly remembered what it was...
It was something I used to pen down my thought in...
It was something that connected me with your memories...
It was a strong bond I shared with your presence...
It was the companion I had when I was dreaming of you...
It was my best friend with whom I shared my feelings...
I picked it up and felt it was not closed properly...
All of a sudden I realised that there was something inside...
A rose...
If you read further... you will know how that rose got there...

(P.S.- That rose is still dear to me...)