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By ~Harem~ Date: 2006 Oct 15 Comment on this Work [[2006.10.15.10.59.30754]] |
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He was dark and I was fair It mattereed not -I didn't care. But he was proud that we were different He wanted to emphasize that opposites are often attracted to each other. Especially After years of hearing racial slurs and being the object of predjudice, he was fond of our tender loving relationship. So every year, on our anniversary he gave me yellow roses. Yellow instead of red - to focus on my blonde hair. The first time was a complete surprise. I got into my car and found a dozen long stemmed yellow roses lying on my front seat - with a beautiful card and note. The next year - I found "ONE" yellow rose lying on the dinette table with a note tied to it that said, "Look outside". I immediately ran to the front door and what did I find outside? A beautiful rose bush covered with new yellow buds - that he had planted in the front yard. The buds were small and innocent and about to burst open - There was a card tied to the bush that said -- "Hey blondie - these are for you - so you will always have yellow roses." I blushed a pink mauve and then giggled inside. After 18 years, we broke up. He went his way, and I went mine. But I stayed in the same house, right till this day. And the most unusual thing began to happen to the rose bush, after he moved out. From that time forward, the bush would only produce two roses. Never more, never less. One rose was always taller and larger than the other one. They both appeared in the same location on the bush each year. I let them grow for years, until one day I decided that I had experienced enough pain from loss - with that constant reminder of him - staring at me every time I came up the driveway or went into the yard. One day - I was sitting in the driveway after coming home from work - and I knew it was "TIME" - so I went to the shed, pulled out a shovel and saw - and went to the front of the house, where "old blondie" - "the bush" - was displaying her usual proud pair of yellow lovers - and I sawed her under, making sure to dig up her roots, so she couldn't grow again. I cried afterwards, as if I had killed part of me or part of my life. But sometimes you just gotta dig out the remnants of lost love - with the same passion that once held its roots in the soul of your heart. ~Harem~ ` |