• The night is cold, but my heart is colder.

    The one person, the only person, who has seen who I truly am, left me.

    Why?

    I thought he cared about me. Why did he leave me?

    He said I was special, that I was one in a million. I never knew it until now, but everything he ever did was for me. But if that's the case then why did he leave me like he did? Why did he chose my life over his?

    It should be simple like a rose.

    Simple? Yes, it should be simple, like a perfect red rose. My life should have been like that. I was suppose to go to college, get a great job, marry him, have two kids, live a perfect, simple life, like a perfect, simple rose. Beautiful, and simple.

    I stood right over his grave, a cold, stone grave, until I lost the strength in my legs. I fell to them, and tears ran down my face, and hit the hard stone. I pulled out a red rose, and began to pull off the petals.

    He loves me...

    He loves me not...

    He loves me...

    He loves me not...

    He loves me...

    I pulled away the last petal.

    He loves me.

    I smiled, but the tears stayed as I pulled out a small army knife. I placed it over my heart, and then, stabbed myself right there. I smiled as I fell back and red blood began to stain my black dress.

    My green eyes closed, but I smiled brighter as the rose petals danced around right near me. He was welcoming me to Heaven.

    Things began to fade to darkness as the sweet smell of roses filled me.

    Now it was simple...

    Simple like a rose.

    He loves me.