what is life exactly?

A single yellow rose I hold in my hand. It is so delicate, like the friendship its color symbolizes. I raise it to my nose and inhale its soft fragrance and remember you.

I begin to peel a petal away and feel its gentleness as I roll the memories around my fingers. I tug another away from the stem, this one resists, not wanting to share itself with me. I continue until nothing remains but the stem.

I look at the neat pile of petals laying underneath and joy fills my heart not sadness. Because the beauty of a friendship, like the rose, is made up of individual memories; put together over time, watered with tears, the soil turned with understanding and nourished with the brightness of laughter.

As I stare at the thorny bare stem, absent of the flower, I smile. Even though it is stripped of its physical beauty, it’s splendor lives long in my heart, like the memories of our friendship.

— Copyright © 1998 Todd Wielgos — Illinois

ever had a rose given to you? felt the petals before? i love the feeling of those petals, and the fragrance it seeps. roses that signifies friendship goes a long way. no doubt rose wither, but friendship doesnt. i believe in everlasting; thus, to me, friendship is something i’ll cherish till eternity. how about you? how do you view friendship? just another relationship? or something more to it? why not drop your friend a rose today. (:

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