Thorns and Petals
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A marriage is like a rose; a romantic keepsake having the combination of thorns and petals. The red hue of the petals symbolizes love, and passion and is soft to touch. The thorns that lay on the stem, however, represent adversity and sacrifice.
Destiny had something else planned for two individuals who were least interested in the idea of marriage. The opposites desired love, but nothing near to marriage. But, their roads converged due to their parents.
One believed in love but feared it.
And the other didn't have time for it.
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We 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?
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