Rose's the flower she liked most and her name's also Rose. Each year on valentine, roses always were sent to her. The roses belonged to her loving husband.
In the year her husband died, a bunch of roses was sent to her. "My love!" on the card the words were always, "Today I love you more than this day last year. My love I give you will be bigger in the next years."
She knew that's the last time she got roses. She thought her husband had ordered them without knowing that he would died. Her husband is a person who always prepared ahead all things in case he was busy and good thing could happen.
She put the roses in the most beautiful vase, sat there hours on the chair her husband like most. The roses were set front of his picture.
One year passed and it's difficult for her to live without him. Loneliness, it's the thing attaching yo her as like it's a part of her fate. Doorbell rang on right Valentine and roses were laid on front door. The feeling of surprise and pain was thing she got at the moment. She picked up the roses, hurried back to call the flower-shop owner. The owner took the receiver and she asked him to explain why he did the thing making her reminisce things she was trying to forget.
"Do you know my husband has died for one year?", she squealed. Her voice was broken.
"I know you will call and what you want to know." said the owner calmly, "The roses you get today had been ordered. Your husband always prepare ahead all things. He died but nothing change. He ordered and you will receive roses on Valentine every year. And the last thing I want to say you that your husband wrote a special card. It's sent with roses. He wrote it the last year. You will understand as you read it."
She thanked the owner, then put down the telephone. Tears overflowed from her eyes. Her fingers trembled, took the card. She saw his writing on the card. Then she read it, in silence.
"Hi honey!
I know you just have passed one year without me. I hope it's not too difficult for you to pass. I know you will feel alone and pained. Love makes our lives better. I love you more than any word I say and you are a great wife. You are my friend, you are my love, you are everything I need. I know it's just one year since I died but I want you don't suffer the misery. I want you get happy though you cry.
Why the roses are sent to you, you must be wondering. Because, I want you to see them and remember to all happiness we have got, when we were together and when we received wishes from others. I love you, always and forever. Feel pleased to find another love when you still have time, my love. I know it's not easy but I hope you will find it. Rose will be sent to you every year and people only stop as you don't answer them. On the day, the door is not opened as doorbell ring five times, the seller will not double to bring roses to the place I directed him, lay them on right place I and you will be together again."
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The end. ðŸŽðŸŽðŸŽ
In the year her husband died, a bunch of roses was sent to her. "My love!" on the card the words were always, "Today I love you more than this day last year. My love I give you will be bigger in the next years."
She put the roses in the most beautiful vase, sat there hours on the chair her husband like most. The roses were set front of his picture.
One year passed and it's difficult for her to live without him. Loneliness, it's the thing attaching yo her as like it's a part of her fate. Doorbell rang on right Valentine and roses were laid on front door. The feeling of surprise and pain was thing she got at the moment. She picked up the roses, hurried back to call the flower-shop owner. The owner took the receiver and she asked him to explain why he did the thing making her reminisce things she was trying to forget.
"Do you know my husband has died for one year?", she squealed. Her voice was broken.
"I know you will call and what you want to know." said the owner calmly, "The roses you get today had been ordered. Your husband always prepare ahead all things. He died but nothing change. He ordered and you will receive roses on Valentine every year. And the last thing I want to say you that your husband wrote a special card. It's sent with roses. He wrote it the last year. You will understand as you read it."
She thanked the owner, then put down the telephone. Tears overflowed from her eyes. Her fingers trembled, took the card. She saw his writing on the card. Then she read it, in silence.
"Hi honey!
I know you just have passed one year without me. I hope it's not too difficult for you to pass. I know you will feel alone and pained. Love makes our lives better. I love you more than any word I say and you are a great wife. You are my friend, you are my love, you are everything I need. I know it's just one year since I died but I want you don't suffer the misery. I want you get happy though you cry.
Why the roses are sent to you, you must be wondering. Because, I want you to see them and remember to all happiness we have got, when we were together and when we received wishes from others. I love you, always and forever. Feel pleased to find another love when you still have time, my love. I know it's not easy but I hope you will find it. Rose will be sent to you every year and people only stop as you don't answer them. On the day, the door is not opened as doorbell ring five times, the seller will not double to bring roses to the place I directed him, lay them on right place I and you will be together again."
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The end. ðŸŽðŸŽðŸŽ
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