ROSES : Wen Junhui

7.0

Since that day, I waited all night for you to come home. You know I've always hated sleeping alone. And yet, you never came.

The lipstick you left on my face, as red as your favorite roses that I laid on your grave.

As the flowers wither away, sometimes I wish our memories would die the same.

Everyone is trying to help me move on. Saying it gets better in the long run. But it just doesn't get better.

I missed you, and still miss you. Everyday.

Sure, there have been some happy moments after you were gone. But, my eyes never shone the same way.