"I would give it to you freely, but this gift is also laced with poison."
"How so?"
"Within this box is the most beautiful rose you could possibly imagine. Just looking at it will fill your heart with happiness. Yet it will die three days hence."
"Where's the poison?"
"There is no poison in it. But from then on, no other flower will ever bring you happiness again. Instead they will bring you longing for what you once had and lost."
She pursed her lips, considering.
"They say it is better to have once loved and lost. What is happiness if there is no sadness? Give me the flower : I must have it, breathe in its scent, fondle its petals, and then mourn its passing for the rest of my life."
4 comments:
Or...you did not like Roses after all. Blame it on commercialism.
me: I don't feel the least bit happy. I don't like roses. They're thorny. I prefer tulips.
Man: rassen frassen fricken fracken.
Sanz: Assuming that roses symbolize women (what with their rather suggestive petals and stuff)...you don't like women?
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CatR.
Do you have a fantasy that i'm yaoi, karcy? :P
[feh, touche]
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CatR.
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