Ever since the moment I've met you, I always thought we'd end up together. We worked well together. From the beginning, we've always had this connection.

You are confident, stubborn, hot headed at times, but none the less very romantic.

While I'm insecure, cheerful, imaginative, but just as much of a romantic as you.

A jerk... A rival... Self-centered... Conceited...

That's what they all call you.

But to me, you're so much more than that. Always have been. Even if you don't see me that way.

You were always there when I needed you most. And that's what pushed me to do better every time I trained for the contests.

I may have lost many contests in this lifetime... But each and every time you were there to cheer me up, you gave me a rose. I was never sure what the gesture meant exactly. However, I could have only assumed it meant you liked me too.

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Alas, I was wrong. For my hopes and dreams about us were left completely shattered right in front of me.

"Did you see that Drew?," a female figure asked, "I totally beat May in the finals! It was a close call, but I did it!"

She proceeded squealing in delight upon her well victory.

"Yeah, I saw that," he chuckled, probably at her cheerfulness.

"H-Hey! That's not funny," she pouted, "I was having a moment. Jerk."

"Oh come on Dawnie," he pulled her in for a hug, "you know I was only just messing with you."

She blushed and leaned in closer to his cheek, planting a small sweet kiss, "I do know that, Drew."

It was then I noticed another girl got ahold of your affection before I even had the chance. She had unusual blue hair, but that's what made her so unique.

I could see her ocean blue eyes shine as she looked into your emerald green ones.

And that's when I knew I lost you. Like I even had a chance to begin with. You were always too good for me, even when I denied it.

You caught my eye and introduced me.

Her name was Dawn, you told me.

She was beautiful and far more skilled than I could ever be. She also had that one special charisma that fit well with yours. As well as adorable smile and childish behavior. Yet the latter didn't seem to bother you, whenever she'd playfully drag you away from me.

I always feel myself fake a smile when she does, for she is too naive to understand my feelings for you. If she makes you happy, I'll just have to accept it and stop foolishly hoping for you to look back at me.

For all that's left to remind me of what was never meant to be are the scattered rose petals on the floor, from the one rose you failed to provide me with.