Every Rose Must Wither

December 1, 2015

We had grown closer over the last month and a half. From late night calls to texting all day, I had felt like we were us again. It felt like I was breathing again. We continued our normal daily routine that we had become accustomed to. But what's so special about this day you might ask? This is the day when you asked me to be yours again. As cliche as it was, I still remember it all. We were in history class sitting in the back of the room next to each other when you slid a cute silly note on my desk that said, "Will you be my gf? Yes or no". I circled yes of course. For eight months after you left me behind the first time, you were finally mine again. For eight months, I've waited for you to find your self and realize what you had wanted. And for eight months, I had still loved you, but I was afraid. Though, it was no shock to anyone that we had gotten back together. Every one knew it was coming for us. They saw the way we'd look at each other. They saw the stars in our eyes and they saw that we were perfect for one another. By this time you were redefined, and so was I. We were ready to be together again this time, and boy were we in love.