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Des roses

  • Aug 26, 2016
  • 2 min read

As an oblate spheroid rose up slowly in the dull morning sky, I watched her again determined on her morning routine.


She was unlikely the girl I'd known before. So vulnerable, weak and easy to deceived by the people around her. And that includes me. Reminiscing the past, she was wearing a big round glasses,has braces, and always wore her favorite collard shirt and pair of trousers on special events in school. Weird. She is socially awkward,school-obsessed freak of nature and has this distinct smell that you would really notice her coming.



I, on the other hand was the guy of every girls dream. Smirk. I'm 6'1 tall, athlete build,has shaggy brown hair, pink lips that every girl wants to taste and a flash of emerald eyes framed by tangled golden lashes that is worthy for a girls second glance. And I also have this contagious smile that knocks on every girls heart in my school including her.


Challenged by my friends to make her fall in love,I knew she was just a piece of cake to get. But with the nerdy looks, nappy ponytails, and uncountable freckles on her cheeks, no one would ever had the guts to talk to this girl. No wonder why she is being bullied. Yes, she's smart but totally boring. I feel embarrassed to be with her but for my friends damn game sake, I did it.



She pretends to be a cold stone at first, but eventually fell on my bait.


The way she giggles at my corny jokes is a goddamn problem. She laughed like there is no tomorrow! She has this mannerism of suppressing her anger by squeezing or crumpling her skirt, and every time she sees me half naked she touches her ear to find something cold because she's silently embarrassed which I don't know why. And every time she's happy, she gets her cat hair clip and pets it which I find strange. When we were still together,she blushes every time I lied on telling her I love her. I finally won the race.



Unexpectedly, she bloomed like a rose showing it's hidden beauty to the world, shredding its once boring bud to show soft petals and vibrant color.



Like the rose prickly exterior that makes it difficult for predators to attack, she turns out to be the girl I never imagined to be. Brave, bold, and confidently beautiful in many ways. Its thorns protects her allowing it to grow in strength and resiliency. Her delicate, sweet smelling, gloriously and vividly colored petals creates her to be one of the most cherished natural beauty for all to admire.


Any guy would really fell on her bait of thorns which I once did to her. She has the ability to blind those guys from seeing her thorns because of her unique beauty. I regret playing her innocent heart but at the same time, I loved the way she is now because I know that she can now save herself from all the pain that she can no longer take.

She is now the rose that everyone loves to pick on enchanted garden full of glowing flowers and magnificent butterflies. My rose. The girl I once called mine.

 
 
 

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