People around me take pride to themselves. Boasting how they warned me about her. As if she's disaster with blood running through her veins, with a breath.
You'll only hurt yourself. Everyone knows that she's covered with thorns. You'll end up just like the others. Wounded. Bleeding. Hurting.
But I didn't need to listen to them. I am determined to have you.
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He was different. I didn't see fear in his eyes the first time we met. He smiled to me as if I'm the most beautiful girl his eyes have ever laid on. At the very first day, my thorns felt something different. I couldn't explain it that time.
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I didn't give up. I pursued her even if there are times that it felt like I'm running after the wind. That every time I feel like I'm reaching her heart, she always escapes. Inspite of the doubts people around are trying to feed me. I said 'no' and refused to eat the lies their tongues spoke of her.
With pure love and genuiness, the couple soon watched her age-old thorns turn into magnificent flowers. It's even fragrant. He says it smells like hopes and dreams.
His love turned her into the most beautiful lady the world has ever known. Now the whole universe stand in awe. And their doubters? They can't do nothing but be jealous of what they found in each other--true and lasting love.
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