Happy Valentine Day

ROSE DAY

Once upon a time......

There was a rose more beautiful than any other in this world. It grew in the garden named 'The Beauty'. The rose had petals softer than any fairy's wings and were more beautiful than the tail of any mermaid. Although, the rose was never happy.

How could it be when there was no one to touch his soft petals and embrace his beauty. The rose was lonely and he blamed the sharp and ugly thorns for his misery.

"It is all your fault, you imbecile creation. How did a beautiful flower like me end up with such a foul thing like you." The rose would curse the thorns everytime someone would get pricked by the thorns.

"I am the way I am only to protect you, my beautiful. The visitors might pluck you away and harm you because your beauty is a thing to be envied of." The thorns would reason every time the rose will blame him. He never felt hurtful since he loved the rose much more than the stars in the sky, the water in the ocean and leaves on a tree. The thorns, indeed, were romantic.

One day it all changed when the most beautiful lady in the whole world arrived at the garden called 'The Beauty'. The rose was happier to the core of his heart and ready to feel the touch of the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

The touch never came. Instead, of praise, the rose was showered with foul words because the thorns had pricked the hands of the woman so bad that it started bleeding heavily.
The woman called the rose evil and stomped away.

The rose's heart was shattered. He had never felt so embarrassed. He blamed the thorns again.

"It's all your fault and you call yourself a lover. You are no lover of mine. I hate you." The rose spitted those words harshly towards the soft heart of the thorns. It didn't ended at that. The rose wished upon the brightest the star in the north.

"I wish, I wish the thorns to leave me alone for ever." The rose wished with all his might and the wish came true. The rose danced joyfully watching that all the thorns were gone from his stem. The woman visited again hearing the news of thorns who were now gone.

"My dear, such a beautiful creation you are." The woman squealed. The rose felt the woman's soft touch. He didn't enjoy it much but he didn't argue. Suddenly the rose felt being torn, his petals being crushed and he saw himself landing on the ground under the feet of the woman. "I envy your beauty, rose. No one in this world could be more beautiful than me and you, my friend has to be punished for you dared to challenge my beauty." The woman hissed and stomped away.

The rose cried and cried for hours praying for forgiveness. He felt guilty for accusing the thorns when all they was protect him. Suddenly he saw a bright light appears. His eyes were blinded by the brightness of the light.

"I see that you had learned your lesson, my child." The voice spoke.

"Yes, dear lord. I was selfish and delusional. I wish for only one thing from you. I need to apologise and say goodbye to my beloved thorns. Have mercy upon me, great lord." The rose begged to realise that this was his end.

"My beautiful, who did this to you?" The rose heard the thorns voice. Tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Forgive me, my love. I for granted your love and never appreciated and wished for you to be gone. Forgive me for my time has come and I need to leave. Death has done us apart but my love for you shall always live." The rose said and closed his eyes.

"No. No, my love. Don't leave me ." The thorns wailed until he saw a star brighter than the others. He remembered the blue star. He wished upon the star.

" My beautiful, I wish you to come back to life and live for I shall protect you till my last breath." The thorns wished.

He saw the rose opening his eyes. Life has come back to him and the thorns held the rose like no one else and the rose trusted the thorns like no one else and they lived happily ever after......

It is not love because it hurts, it hurts because it's love.

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Wishing you a happy rose day.

May your smile shine brighter than the sun.