佚名/Anonymous
Redroseswereherfavorites,
everyyearherhusbandsentthem,,,“BemyValentine,”likealltheyearsbefore.
Eachyearhesentherroses,andthenotewouldalwayssay,“Iloveyouevenmorethisyear,thanlastyearonthisday.”“Myloveforyouwillalwaysgrow,witheverypassingyear.”Sheknewthiswasthelasttimethattheroseswouldappear.
Shethought,,,,ifhegottoobusy,everythingwouldworkoutfine.
Shetrimmedthestems,,,,andtherosessittingthere.
Ayearwentby,,,theveryhour,asonValentinesbefore,thedoorbellrang,andtherewereroses,sittingbyherdoor.
Shebroughttherosesin,,wenttogetthetelephone,,andsheaskedhim,ifhewouldexplain,Whywouldsomeonedothistoher,causinghersuchpain?
“Iknowyourhusbandpassedaway,morethanayearago,”Theownersaid,Iknewyoudcall,,,heleftnothingtochance.
Thereisastandingorder,thatIhaveonfiledownhere,Andhehaspaid,wellinadvance,,thatIthinkyoushouldknow,hewroteaspeciallittlecard……hedidthisyearsago.
“Then,shouldever,Ifindoutthathe’snolongerhere,that’sthecard……thatshouldbesent,toyouthefollowingyear.”
Shethankedhimandhungupthephone,,assheslowlyreachedtogetthecard.
Insidethecard,,asshestaredintotalsilence,thisiswhathewrote……Hello,mylove,IknowIt’sbeenayearsinceI’vebeengone,Ihopeithasntbeentoohardforyoutoovercome.
Iknowitmustbelonely,,,youweretheperfectwife.
Youweremyfriendandlover,,,.
Whenyougettheseroses,thinkofallthehappiness,thatwehadtogether,,mylove,youmustgoon,youhavesomelivingstill.
Please……trytofindhappiness,,,andtheywillonlystop,whenyourdoorsnotanswered,whenthefloriststopstoknock.
