Remember the rose you gave me on the day we went on our first road trip? I didn’t keep it between the pages of my favourite book. I left it to dry near my pen-stand. Each day since, I look at it as a trophy of our failed love. Yesterday, I plucked the petals and made it into a face-pack. Maybe the remains of the flower will bring the same glow on my face as you once did.
I stutter when I said it for the first time In honour of MY LOVE - YOU are MY LIFE & MY SOUL. Every night I write the name of MY LOVE on the flowers. To get the AROMA in the morning BLOSSOM descending from the flower. That's how it always was, That's how it always will be.