Love.
Care.
Passion.
Attention.
That's what you gave to me together with that red rose.
I felt your presence.
Your breath.
Everything.
Everything wasn't fake.
The years we spent together,
Those funny little things when we were still little
Which we used to remember.
And together, we'd laugh.
We'd laugh at how silly we were back then.
We'd smile at those crazy things we did.
Those stressful days,
I was there for you.
You were there for me.
I remember how you'd hug me when I cried.
How you'd say "It will be alright. I'm just here."
When I was shattered.
Those memories,
They're all real.
That red rose you gave,
I took care of it,
As much as we were caring for each other.
We used to breathe in the same surrounding,
The same air, the same atmosphere.
Now, we can't.
We can't even stay together for so long.
And for me it's hard to breathe.
We're just a meter far from each other.
But it seems like we're in the same country,
But in different cities.
We're in the same school,
But in different classes.
Seems like we both love music,
But we're interested in different genres.
We're in the same book,
But in different pages.
The same hotel,
But different rooms.
The same course,
But different jobs.
We now have our own lives.
Just a meter far from each other.
It kills me.
It kills me, how distant our hearts are now despite how near we just are.
It's hard for me to breathe
'Cause you're nearer.
You're just here.
But the red rose you gave died,
Along with the memories.
And I guess,
They'll just be memories.
And sooner,
They will be forgotten.
Yes, you did.
You've already forgotten those a long time ago.
And I guess,
I need to throw this rose.
The rose which represented the love, and care
We gave to each other.
Now, it's dead.
