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He Will Always Bring Me Roses

He Will Always Bring Me Roses


I will tell him this week, don’t waste your money on roses. Just give me some chocolates for Valentine's Day.


But I know they’ll be a dozen red roses with one white one in the middle.

Red roses symbolize everything that make a love story great: Passion, desire, true love, and romance.


White roses symbolize purity, youthfulness, innocence, young love, and eternal loyalty.


That is our story.


He started doing that a few years ago because I saw it somewhere and liked it.


Now it’s a tradition.


When I went through that phase of - don’t waste your money on roses. I don’t like flowers. He still brought me roses for Valentine’s Day.


Always a dozen red and one white.


When we were starting out and struggled with money and bills. I would warn him, don’t waste money on roses that I’m just gonna throw out in a week.


He would still buy me roses.


The times when I told him it was just a waste of money. That I don’t really like them. He still bought roses for Valentine’s Day.


The times when I was angry and said, I don’t want your stupid roses. He still bought me roses.


When our son was born, he brought me roses.


When my daughter was born, he brought me roses. 


Every year on our wedding anniversary, no matter what I tell him, there will always be a rose for every year and then one white one.


Love is not about grand gestures.


Love is not Romeo and Juliet and drinking each other’s poison.


Love is not some complicated relationship from a Hollywood movie.


Sometimes love is not recognizable at all.


Love is going through the different stages of life, the birthdays, the anniversaries, the births, deaths, Christmas, Easter, and Valentine’s Days. 


Love is facing the trials and tribulations together, scraping to pay the bills, walking the floor with sick babies, loving, fighting, making up, growing old together.


Love is many a splendid thing. All you need is love.


Love…. Well, if you ask me, love is when you push someone away, sometimes forget they are even there, and they still bring you roses.


Red roses with one white one in the middle, just because you seen it somewhere and liked it thirty years ago.


Happy Valentine’s Day



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