A Rose in the Sun.

Pt.3: The Day We Talked About Love

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"What do you love?" Rose asked as we were laying on the back of her pickup truck staring at the dormant stars. That's something I liked about the stars. I liked the fact that they were always there. It felt relieving to think that they were always there for me.

"Well, a lot of things," I responded carefully. I didn't want my voice to crack. Rose knew it did whenever I was embarrassed. "I love pizza, my family and friends, dogs, basketball, and the cold weather. I'm not even entirely sure what love is. What about you?"

Rose's face became grim, but shortly after, she looked at me with a smile brighter than all the stars that the winter sky furnished to me.

"I love everything," said Rose, "because everything is beautiful, and everything has meaning."

I always liked to think that Rose read a philosophy book daily. Every word she said was able to make my heart beat faster than an electric shock, or a roller coaster, or maybe even a heart palpitation. This was another one of the many things I liked about Rose.

"That's pretty," I responded with a gentle smile that cracked only about a fourth of my mouth. I never was too good at showing my affection, but Rose knew that.

"Aaaaand, most importantly, I love you, Blue," whispered Rose.

My muscles clenched, my jaw dropped, and most importantly, my heart came back to life. A gentle breeze swooped in, and I felt the sheer cold of a winter night embrace me with welcoming arms of fire. I didn't know what love is, but I knew that this is the girl I spend every night dreaming about.