And like that I was captivated. His delicate touch and warm hands were a sort of comfort to me. We drove in his car for a while. I could feel the life running through my veins. Something I can’t say I had ever experienced until that very moment.
Although it was cold outside I did not feel cold. Not this time. No, this time I felt loved and that was all the warmth I needed. I could see it in those beautiful brown eyes. The drive felt like a dream in which I never wanted to cease my slumber. It was as though everything around us disappeared and all that mattered was this picturesque journey we had embarked on and the two of us.
As he pulled up to the curb he kindly sent me to the back seat and got out of the car. Moments later a beautiful woman sat in the front seat. As I carefully watched the two, their smiles captured my mind and captivated my body leaving me breathless. Listening to them talk to one another was on of the loveliest things I had ever heard. It was that moment I knew what true love was. This magnificent and wonderful thing I had searched for my whole life was finally in front of me.
Once again the drive felt long and once again I never wanted it to stop. Although they were in love, I wouldn’t have chosen a different place to be then right there in the back seat. Watching joy, laughter, and smiles. He asked her about her day and what she was doing tomorrow and how her dog was. I wanted this, and although I thought about it for the remaining car ride, I knew I could never have it.
Better yet, I was part of it, fixed in the very middle. We arrived at this beautiful pool of water. It stretched as far as the eye could see; a never-ending ocean of blue. Ah, this was the ocean. A place I had yet to visit in my lifetime. He parked on a nearby street and got out of the car to get her door.
What about me? I didn’t want them to leave me behind. I was tired of being alone. Alone in a world of what appeared to be uniformity. Not I though. I was the one that stood out. The one that this very moment was sitting in the back seat of a car watching the only love I had ever seen walk away. Until, he came back for me. He held me gently behind his back in a way that he hoped she wouldn’t see.
The air felt nice and cool. He gave her his jacket and together they walked holding hands. Once at the end of the pier he looked into her beautiful eyes, and began to tremble. Before I knew it, he was down on one knee holding me along with a diamond ring in front of the woman before us. “Will you marry me?”
Notes: Confused? This is a story I wrote a couple years ago; it is from the perspective of a rose that was picked.
Although it was cold outside I did not feel cold. Not this time. No, this time I felt loved and that was all the warmth I needed. I could see it in those beautiful brown eyes. The drive felt like a dream in which I never wanted to cease my slumber. It was as though everything around us disappeared and all that mattered was this picturesque journey we had embarked on and the two of us.
As he pulled up to the curb he kindly sent me to the back seat and got out of the car. Moments later a beautiful woman sat in the front seat. As I carefully watched the two, their smiles captured my mind and captivated my body leaving me breathless. Listening to them talk to one another was on of the loveliest things I had ever heard. It was that moment I knew what true love was. This magnificent and wonderful thing I had searched for my whole life was finally in front of me.
Once again the drive felt long and once again I never wanted it to stop. Although they were in love, I wouldn’t have chosen a different place to be then right there in the back seat. Watching joy, laughter, and smiles. He asked her about her day and what she was doing tomorrow and how her dog was. I wanted this, and although I thought about it for the remaining car ride, I knew I could never have it.
Better yet, I was part of it, fixed in the very middle. We arrived at this beautiful pool of water. It stretched as far as the eye could see; a never-ending ocean of blue. Ah, this was the ocean. A place I had yet to visit in my lifetime. He parked on a nearby street and got out of the car to get her door.
What about me? I didn’t want them to leave me behind. I was tired of being alone. Alone in a world of what appeared to be uniformity. Not I though. I was the one that stood out. The one that this very moment was sitting in the back seat of a car watching the only love I had ever seen walk away. Until, he came back for me. He held me gently behind his back in a way that he hoped she wouldn’t see.
The air felt nice and cool. He gave her his jacket and together they walked holding hands. Once at the end of the pier he looked into her beautiful eyes, and began to tremble. Before I knew it, he was down on one knee holding me along with a diamond ring in front of the woman before us. “Will you marry me?”
Notes: Confused? This is a story I wrote a couple years ago; it is from the perspective of a rose that was picked.
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