Through this rose
I watched from a distance, leaning up against a tree. I thought how two completely different people could so be in love. But it was a forbidden love; for we would have never been able to show the affection we had for each other in public. The things people would have done would tear us apart. Even though in our past years we never got along, we found this connection that no one would understand. Laughing I thought about the first time we agreed on something, it took us both by surprise. It was about a book that we were both looking for in the Library. She said how she had loved that book and wanted to read it again, and I agreed.
Looking up again I thought of her smile. That smile said a million words, for only I could understand. It was soft and innocent and when she smiled her brown eyes would light up.
I thought about the first time we had kissed. It was at the library, late one night and she was looking for a book, I couldn't help but stare at her and she caught me. Smiling she brought me out of my gaze. I stepped closer and slightly touched her face. Her skin was soft like silk. She stared into my gray eyes as I stared into her brown ones. Gradually we came closer, our noses almost touching. I could feel her soft breath on my bottom lip. Slowly I tilted my head and placed my lips on hers. It was soft and meaningful. But it only lasted for a few seconds. We both pulled away slowly and she smiled. I was scared to think if anyone saw us, as I glanced around quickly she realized what I was doing and backed away from me. I wanted to pull her close to me and hold her tight but knew it was wrong. So I let her go that night and decided to go back tomorrow night, hoping she'd be there, but she never came.
In every class I had she was there; she went on every day like nothing had happened. So I went along with her. I always regretted my apprehensiveness that night in the library for maybe she wouldn't have left so soon.
I stuck my hand in my pocket; the other was holding a single rose. I waited for everyone to leave before I walked up. As the last person left I walked up slowly and stopped in front of the grave, I knelt down on one knee and traced her name that was imprinted on the gravestone. I placed the red rose down on top the grave, speaking my love through this rose, for she will never know how much I loved her.
