I love roses; doesn’t every girl? I am allergic to most flowers because of their overpowering scent. But roses are perfect. They smell perfect and are so pretty. The only thing I can think of that is a hindrance is the thorns. But, that shouldn’t be a problem should it?
I have received roses on a few occasions in my life from old boyfriends and when I was sick. I loved it, not only because they are so pretty, but also because I was getting special attention.
I always ask Aaron to get me roses. He tells me they are only for special occasions and that if I knew I was getting them, then it wouldn’t be as special. Well, there have been three special occasions so far.
I had only known Aaron about a month when we had a ward party at our high counselors house. We didn’t go to the party together, but right when I got there I made sure he was there. I didn’t talk to him or anything, but I made sure I was in his vision. Before long, he came over and started to talk to me. I was so excited. We played some games outside on the trampoline then we just talked. Aaron led me over to a rose garden that was just beautiful. He smelled the roses and then told me to smell them. He said they were weird because they smelled like water. The roses were surrounded by a 12-inch wall. I went to place my foot on the wall to get closer to the roses. Well, my foot never quite made it to the top of the wall. My shoe got caught on the edge and my body kept moving forward—right into the roses! I jumped quickly because AHHHHHH Aaron was standing there watching me. I felt like such an idiot! I reached up to touch my face and saw blood on my hand. I ran into the bathroom telling Aaron, NO, NO, don’t come with me, I will be fine. I looked at my face in the mirror and saw that my nose had a cut on it along with my lip right under my nose.
Then, I looked down at my arms. MY ARMS! They were so cut up and bloody! What was I going to do? Aaron was going to wonder where I was and if I was okay. So, with much courage, I left the bathroom and returned to him. He just laughed when he saw me. I felt like a spaz. We went home and I ran to my apartment and him to his. I cleaned my self up and bandaged my arms. I was getting ready for bed when there came a knock at the wall. Who could it be? It was Aaron! NOOO! I didn’t want to see him. He looked at me and laughed at all of my bandages. He had something clutched in his hands and I asked him what it was. He opened his had and in it he had a thorn from the rose bush.
Later on, as we continued dating, whenever we came near roses, Aaron would hold me back, to make sure the roses “wouldn’t attack me.” Give me a break. Like I would ever fall into roses again! Well, one day, we went to the rose gardens at Thanksgiving Point. Aaron joked with me, and it was kind of funny, but, enough, I am not an idiot! Hmmmm, a few minutes later, while trying to peel off a thorn (I wanted one because Aaron had one) I slipped and, OPPS, I ended up with a cut up hand. I almost cried because, how can a person be so clumsy? Luckily Aaron had band-aids in his wallet.
Now, you probably remember that I said that Aaron has given me roses three times. And, you are probably thinking, “Holy Cow, did she fall into the roses again?” Well, here’s the story. My grandpa had a heart attack and died last February. I was pretty upset and then, Aaron and I had a conflict. I left when we were not on such good terms and went to the funeral in Colorado. Between the funeral and not knowing if Aaron and I would ever talk again I was so upset. I didn’t even want to go back to school. But, I had to. I got back and was home a few hours when, there was a knock on the door. It was Aaron. We talked a little and then he asked me to come with him to his apartment. I went. He immediately opened his fridge, and out he came with a single rose and some daisies. It was the nicest thing ever. It meant so much to me. I didn’t even cut myself on them.
There is one sad part about roses. When they die, they are gone for good. Well, I have kept something from my experiences. I have a scar under my lip and scars on the undersides of my arms. I will remember all of the roses that Aaron has ever given me forever.
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