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Last published Tue, Mar 3, 2015
"The roses. I had to get her the roses. I saved just enough for the large bouquet she pointed out. It was the one with three dozen roses and a couple of forget-me-nots. I didn’t want her to forget my feelings I had just for her. I wanted her to remember all the times we spent together. The times when we used to lay under the stars in the back of my truck. Where we would discuss our dreams and fears. Where we made our promises that were always sealed with a kiss. The quantity of the flowers will never amount to how much I love her."-Manuel Rodriguez
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