Roses in December

Remember that day we walked down this lane? I held your hand and the world seemed so distant. I can’t remember now what it was we talked about. The conversation has faded, but your smile burns into my heart like it had on that cold winters day.

Have you kissed another? And felt like we did? Did it feel like brandy flowing through your veins? They say love is cautious and brave. Maybe mine was reckless but it was love all the same.

We walked towards a bench and by it saw that lonely rose. Bright red it beckoned us. We sat for a while didn’t say a word. There was no one around and time stood still.

I was only seventeen. A silly ignorant teenage girl, hopelessly in love. Unaware of the world around her. I dreamt a lot back then. I didn’t know who I was or who it is I wanted to be. My future seemed so far away. We danced so often do you remember? Our laughter echoes in my mind, gurgling and fading away. I was carefree like the eagle we once saw circling over the valley. But as we sat there I found an answer to a question I asked myself often back then. Looking back on my life and wrinkled and greying what do I want to see?

That rose taught me this. All I want to be is a lonely rose in a field of snow. Frozen in time and memory. It won’t be easy to brave that storm, but it will be worth a thousand summer days. I won’t have the bees humming over my head. I might meet a raven or a fox crossing frozen rivers. The adoration of a million bees won’t be as golden as the acquaintance of these intrepid travellers. I may not bloom for long but long enough for lovers to come upon a rose in December and smile their sweetest smiles. Long enough for one lost soul that sings of sorrows unknown to gaze upon me and find hope. My road has always been the one less travelled by. That rose helped me find the courage to accept that. It’s the beauty not everyone can see and fewer can appreciate.

I didn’t know what you were thinking of as we stared into the distance my head resting on your shoulder and our fingers intertwined. I didn’t tell you then but my life changed that day. When I chose to live like roses in December.

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the perfect woman!

I read this list! It made me sick! But once I did………..
1) A perfect woman would have to be pretty.

2) She’d have to be hot (there’s a difference).

Pretty and hot? If only you had more blood supply to your cortex.

3) The perfect woman would be a good cook.

And yet for some reason every restraunt has a man in the kitchen and every house a woman!

4) The perfect woman would like sports, not chick flicks. She would watch football with me.

If she likes chick flicks she would definitely marry a retard like you! Really? You want a hot girl who likes sports and will put up with you?!

5) Despite liking sports, the perfect woman would still talk like a lady.

So basically you watch football, pump your body with adrenaline and swear like a pirate with his ass on fire. And she sits beside you with a glass of wine and acts like she has a rod up her ass?!

6) The perfect woman would like beer, but not enough to get a beer gut. Just enough to let me drink it.

So you don’t like a beer guzzling monster. And you want her to like one?
And Mr. Iamfullofshit if she drinks beer she is out of your league!

7) The perfect woman would say what she really thought.

You shouldn’t have put that on your list! Because once you know what she is thinking, you will be walking away with your weenie tucked between your legs.

8) A perfect woman wouldn’t ask questions if she didn’t want the answer.

A perfect woman would already know all the answers.

There was more! But I couldn’t read the entire list without throwing up!