The rouse like me has a special history to it; a story. The rose has a beauty that certain people like and adore. Where others only see it as a cursed flower. The rose must be cared for, even though it has thorns. A storm can come and the flowers are destroyed, and the thorns is all that is left. We can be strong all we want, but in the end we need someone to care and love us. Thorns and all. It takes a special person to love thorns and all. To care and love us no matter what we are.
I will wait for you, til you find me. I love you more then I ever have any other.
