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A perfect memory

By Serena TaylorPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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He gave me red roses.

In all the stress and chaos of that day

he walked to my door and handed me those red thorned beauties.

I never liked roses.

They were too cliché and mainstream

but he gave them to me

Years passed and those roses died.

They were taken from me

I didn't realize how much I missed them.

Then one sunny April afternoon,

I came home to a mysterious bouquet

of red roses.

There was no name or explanation,

just a phone number I didn't recognize.

But I knew the voice that would answer

The sound of his "hello" made my heart jump

As if I had never stopped hearing it.

After everything, he gave me red roses

I was blind to my need for those rich coloured petals

I had no idea the magic they held.

It was the roses that brought me back to him

Now, whenever I see them, I remember

that time he gave me red roses

and now I can't help loving the cliché

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About the Creator

Serena Taylor

"I want adventure in the great wide somewhere" - Beauty and The Beast

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