I look longingly at the wild flowers outside, remembering a love that once was there. So many nights and yet it seems like so little. I sit day dreaming about the many ruby red roses that I had received out of love from you and the many places that you would put them so that I would find joy. The windowsill, my desk, my front door. I will always remember those intoxicating nights we shared together that ended with a red, red rose.
