"Even tho we broke up, I'm still glad i can still call her my friend"

This is what it is for one to be a “Colorless Rose”.

Hi gorgeous
haha
How you are doing today?
You probably don't remember me, but I remember you. *hug*
I know someone who secretly likes you
but I can't tell who
do you want to know? haha
*holds hand*

I'll just look up Turkey's post history

In a garden of billions we are each a rose, some of us are beautiful some of us are smart. Yet each of us has a color identifying who we are how we feel our emotions and desires. Yet a very, very, small amount of us are without color. We feel like we lack any real identity or feeling. It is as though we have never had anything real to look forward to. The real colorless roses, not those who try for whatever reason, are lonely even though some try to hide it. It is a wound that cripples us from the soul. Our very soul has been damaged, be it we felt like this since birth or something terrible has happened to us.For those who have been harmed by experience, we feel like nothing is worth our time, If we just fell asleep and never woke up. It wouldn’t make much of a difference.

Some of us have lost everything and they feel as if they are not worth existing.I am still lucky enough to have people around me, I know others don’t. The worst part is many of them want to love they want human affection. Yet they know that no one will give their love back to them. Many of us have chosen different paths based on our experience. I have tried to keep a smile wide, I know if I stopped trying the only other person that cares about me would stop too.

When I say care I mean that deeply as in they would do nearly anything for me, as would I. And that is why I keep my smile even if it is fake. It isn’t for me it’s for that one person. For those still willing to move forward it takes a major toll on us. That is why we have become colorless roses, devoid of real attachment or happiness.

 This is what it is for one to be a “Colorless Rose”.