My intimate Rose,
The earth is such a sizable place, but I feel as though it is microsoptic. Your beauty occupied every rift, every shadow of the world. I loathed the day I left you. To see your tear stained cheeks radiating in the early sunrise. With every glimmpse my heart shattered. Even though you were heart broken you still held that beauty that you had when you smiled. Our love was simply a flower on its deathbed, but to soon be reborn fully bloomed. We became magnificent flowers, our petals soft and colorful. But then a wind came and carried our petals disconnecting ways. Our confessions and goodbyes fell dumb to the wind. But goodbyes are not real. They are a phrase we use to indulged our minds with the authenticity of loneliness. We will encounter each other again. Maybe not in this life but another. Death is only a gateway to another adventure. At this gate I will wait for your alluring smile. We will forevermore be eternal. So I will not attempt to bid you goodbye my Rose and remember when you see me again our flowers will bloom again.
