Roses

Roses

by Kaylee

Delicate white petals of a dozen roses are like silk against my fingers.

No one has given me flowers before.

My nose is to stopped up to catch the delicate scent.

I wish I could smell them.

The cellophane crinkles in my hand as my arms tighten around them.

Their so beautiful. So thoughtful.

I cradle them close and give a content sigh.

I've never felt this way about someone.
No, one other, just not as deeply.

I close my eyes and a tear slides down my cheek.

It's going to hurt when he sees the truth and walks away.