We all know what a red rose means. It signifies the passion and love a person has for another. The unconditional affection that defies reason and logic. Such love that is hard to achieve. Yet I am certain most of us have been given the yellow rose. Not a literal rose but what it signifies, a broken heart. When your love for another has been rejected, a love impossible to achieve, a sadness that spreads within you. I myself sit here, clutching a yellow rose, ripe from the cut off the plant.
“A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.”
Everyone is in search of that one person who they can relate to. Maybe not actively but surely in the back of our minds, we hope to meet that one to share our lives with. Most of the time you meet them unexpectedly, unbeknownst to you that this person is your perfect match. To me it was more or less the same story, I met the person queuing up for payment of something. We didn’t know each other at that time but all of a sudden, she is in the same classes as me.
Through our classes, we had become friends. We would do our work together, help each other with the assignments and hang out and have lunch with everyone. Over time, we discovered a lot about another. We found out our common love for games (especially Assassin’s Creed ), how our childhood homes were across the street from another ( small world is it not…) and so much more.
“Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable. ”
And then it all faded away, like a whisper in the wind. A spark that did not light. Should I have been more direct about my feelings for her? Will she be the one that got away? You only get one chance to make a true impression and I have taken it for granted. Though we are still friends unlike before we never hangout, we never talk and almost never see each other. A friendship with a ghost. I see her occasionally as I walk to my lectures. I would try and start small talk only to find that, it is all we talk about now. Just the general greetings to one another, holding a yellow rose for my broken heart.
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