Yes it’s strange and weird but it’s the truth….
I hate roses….red, pink, white, yellow…. I hate roses…
Everyone ask me what is the reason of such absurd dislike,
But I don’t have answer because I know only one thing…
I hate roses…
He had said once… ‘Roses remind me of her…
White roses remind me of her twinkling eyes full of bright dreams…
Yellow roses remind me of her pure selfless friendship…
Pink roses remind of those lips of her…
Red roses remind me of my sincere love for her’…
He was lost completely in her love and never noticed my presence….
He was so used to me but still she had become his habit…
I left him far behind….
I didn’t had the guts to tell him what I felt…
I didn’t had courage to break our relation…'pure friendship'…
This is what he called it….and I let it…
