White Roses…

Dear Reader,

Growing up with an older sister has ups and downs. Some good days some bad ones. My most fond memory was being 11 and her being 15 on Valentine’s Day. She used to get so many flower arraignments and balloons it was like  pageant. So having seen, a large number of different flowers over the next decade after. I made my decision early on that my favorite flower of all time was and still is the white rose.

My school mates asked me, why I liked a flower suited for funerals and weddings so much, a flower that had no smell per say, as it’s counter part the blood red rose.

It is simple really. For me white roses are special, because I see them like a blank sheet of paper, to which you can attach any meaning you want. They can go from I love you to farewell.

Speaking of farewells, I was also thinking about the beginning and end of friendships. Unlike other relationships, friendships simply disappear, without a goodbye.

So to all whom I once called friends. May your paths be filled with joy and adventure. Shall we ever cross paths, I hope we have grown and have much to share.


About claoclao

I am another soul that came into this world alone and shall inevitably leave said world the same way. It is not the beginning or the end of my life that matters, only the middle.

Posted on December 18, 2015, in Journal. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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