White Roses

A typical day it was, and I was walking down the sidewalk, passing through strangers with familiar faces. Laughter, voices speaking, and the busy street filling up my ears as I go on. Ah yes, the sweet sweet noise of the public, it was not heaven but it was enough to push me to go through the deeper sides of my mind. As busy as the world was, I saw a white rose just about my feet, I didn't think how I was able to notice it, but I did. I thought someone left it accidentally, so I took it. Carefully I bent down and reached for it, took a little sniff, and as I stood right back up, I saw you. I knew we were strangers yet; you were smiling at me so I smiled back at you. You had a bouquet of white roses in your arms, I was quite surprised and instead of giving out a sensible sign of being surprised, strangely, I let out a little giggle. Seeing me giggle, you came up to me, and asked me why I giggled. We continued our conversation as we walked, and music played in my head as you talked to me, the world and everything else seemed so quiet, and I can't find reasons why. We were enjoying ourselves. Going to the fair by the bay, watching those street performers act out, sitting by that little river under that bridge, and playing with those cute squirrels in the park reminded me of myself when I was still a child, but everything seemed better. We were strangers yet we made the day as great as, or rather, better than what best friends could have ever made of it. From strangers, we merely became friends. The day was ending, and slowly we realize that we were wanting it to last, so we never stopped, and with that we were happy. Days went on,but it only felt like hours and colors, sights, smiles and laughers, all seen and heard were at their best. For the first time in my whole life, I felt that I was free, that I was actually happy. You told me that you were going to make use of the roses you bought back at that faithful day, and it was so intriguing that you didn't tell me how, and so I asked. You said that you were going to pick the petals one by one and put them in a basket. Confused with your answer and quite unsatisfied, you read my face and you told me to not be confused, and not to worry, as for the basket of petals were for a wedding day, and in fact you told me, it was for our wedding day. I thought I heard wrong so I tried to make sure and I asked you to put the words out clear, so you confirmed that it was for our wedding day, and you proposed. Feeling happy, and quite surprised I agreed with a big smile. We went on with our day. Happy and smiling a thought popped in my mind, and I asked you, "How long would you love me?”. You said, “I would love you for the rest of our lives." Surprised with your answer I asked, "Why wouldn't you love me forever?" you said, "Because I'm not a god who is immortal, and forever is overrated. I don't want to promise you something that I can't keep." With those words, my heart was filled with not happiness but joy, and content. We went on with our day feeling great with sweet smiles on our faces. The world, life, and every little thing made sense, like it was perfect.