There is a thing that makes someone that we love and rose become our favorite things.
Beautiful yet lovely
Fragrant yet addicting
They are also painful
Like Rose which has torn and bleed our arm when we touch it
Like someone that we love who promise us something, but only words which gone hopeless until we upset with tears.
It always ended up to loving and wanting them back, over and over. Even though we knew how it felt being hurt.
— The End —