It may have happened way back, in school.
Perhaps, it happened that we day we met.
I believe it happened that first time I looked over my shoulder and I realized I was no longer alone.
It must of have been that day I, not knowing you, sat at a chair near you, uncomfortably close...later knowing you more than I ever expected.
You said something, smiled and we discussed everything under the sun, except for roses.
No need.
The rose was beside me.
Regardless, I wrote this for you.
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