The purple rose.

I woke up to that sweet familiar voice. I couldn’t help but bury myself under the covers and smiled to myself. I looked at the purple rose and the ray of morning sun that fell on its petals. I could smell it all around. – The smell of love. I knew this was it. He was the one I was looking for. And I wouldn’t want any other.

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