3 parts Ongoing MatureWe met in thorns sharp enough to pierce me from the very start. His words cut deep, leaving marks I couldn't ignore, and his dark eyes with the shade of red I swore I'd never fall into.
He was the worst, the last person I ever wanted to hold on to.
And yet, I did
Because no matter how hard I tried, destiny kept pulling us back together
And no matter how many times his thorns drew blood, I realized I'd rather bleed holding his rose . . . than watch it fade from my hands
Isn't that what love is? Bleeding for the rose, just to see it bloom?