My Rose.

None of you are special among all those beautiful roses. Except mine. He is one of a kind that I could not stop staring at him because he is mine. I water him, I care for him and I stay beside him. There is nothing like him even identical, because the time shared belongs to us.

You shout for my name in a distance, I don’t need any other evidence to believe it is you looking for me, because of your voice. I got excited when I saw your hair waving like the arrow of Cupid. I dressed up because for you. Because you look at me like I am one in a billion that kind of special even though I have nothing more special than an identical rose.

“ Roses are red, Violets are blue. Sugar is sweet, and so are you.”

When you shout for my name like you have just known me for the first time, when you touch me like you have never dated another girl, and when you look at me like you’ve seen a sky full of stars. I know I could not run away from you since then, for you know, it is time that we start to grow something like affection. Something so deep that feels that electric. From stem to the sting, to the little flower that might blossom into a beautiful flower with fragrance if we care for it with love.

It is time that nourish, and it is time to grow.

I have fear and I have hope. Fear that time grow us part and hope time bond us close. Distance keeps me excited but keeps me aloof. I fear for my aloofness to create this bond. To allow you to look into my eyes, and to allow myself to stare long enough into yours. If you never belong to me, then I would never have to lose you like this.