The Grey Rose, Kk Sir [best fiction books of all time .TXT] 📗

Wow! Have you ever had that dream as a kid where you married the perfect woman?? Or growing up as a kid you watched those fairy tale shows where the princesses were so beautiful??? But then when you grew up you realised that "Perfection" didnt exist. Well am here to tell you that you are wrong!! Perfection does exist.

And this is how the story goes.... 

 Divine!! When i looked at her the only thing i could have done was stare!! She was so beautiful. She had a smile that could have brighten your day,eyes that were so beautiful it was almost like you could have seen heaven through her eyes. She had a great personality, she was so kind hearted and caring. My oh My! She was like a Earthly Angel.. Everything seemed so great about her. Now you can understand why i beleived that "Perfection" did exist. Wow!! I felt almost like i was reading my fairy tale book as a kid again jus this time the Princess was of Reality.

Ever wished that just for a second that the world would stop spinning just for you? Just so that you can have that one moment that you always dreamed of and having the oppurtunity to bask in your happiness for jus a few seconds?? Yup!! i was a dreamer all right!

It all started off on that tricky social network site called Facebook. bored out of my mind there i was scrolling thru just looking at videos and updates, when i stumbled upon the most Beautiful Photo of this Young Lady. My goodness!!!!! "Are my eyes deciving??".. i said to myself.

I then clicked on her profile looking at her other pictures with my eyes expanding larger aand larger at each photo. I was late for class so i logged out and started organinsing myself.. All i can think of was her MONA LISA smile.

The following day i was back at it again. This time, my only intentions was to go look at her pictures. I kept telling myself only in Heaven Angels existed but my mind begged to differ. After seeing such picturesque display i believed that angels existed on Earth.

I was eager to speak to her. I wanted to know the Person behind the Beauty. I decided that i will message her and say "hello" with fingers and toes all crossed hoping that she will reply. Eventually i did obtain the courage to do so.. Disappointed i was because she never replied till three days later.

 After receiving her message i started conversating wit her. Oh boy!! Was i elated. Felt like a kid that got the present he always wanted for christmas. After few conversations i felt as though a beautiful friendship was about to be born. Thing is.... She was nothing like i expected.

I always had the image of a stocked up bossy spoilt kid that throws tantrums whenever she doesnt get what she wants!! I was so wrong!!! Little did i know she had the whole package!!

After a few weeks i finally got the courage to ask her for her personal number so that we could of spoke on a personal level. In the back of my head i felt like i was about to be turned down but my heart felt hope. Guess my heart won because i did get the numver. All smiles!!

We started to get to know each other on a personal level. Meet up! Hang out! Keep each other company. Everything seemed pretty ok. It was almost like some sort of Cloud nine Feeling because as mentioned before, I never thought i would have even got her attention, not even for a second. 

Things got a litle more personal as days went by. My feelings started growing for her but i didnt want to destroy the friendship we had so i kept it all in. 

Have you ever met a person and all you care to know about is what makes them happy what makes them sad what are their goals for life the reason for their tears?? That was me. As our friiendship progressed i felt like there was so much more to her than her pretty face and great character. I was destined to know the story behind THE ROSE!!

 I started to refer to her as the "rose in my garden". As desrcibed before, by now you should know why. At times i tend to have thoughts of people but at most times i tend to be wrong. This time i was totally right. I knew she had a story..

Being around her i started interacting with her associates and knowing her way of life. My main question that could have never been answered at the time was "How can one person smile thru all this pain". I mean.. She didnt have the whole "world" on her shoulders but she has the typical issues all humans deal with. 

She was strong yet so weak. At times she would ask me why do i stare into her eyes for so very long. I never answered but i had my reasons. Am no mind reader neither am i a pscyhatrist but i see pain when it exist. But she hid it all behind the smile the laughter and the personality.

This rose was blooming! Despite the dry weather and lack of water nothing stopped her from grooming beautifully. She was one of those who toke great care of herself and the ones that she loved. She stood out amongst all when she was present. But behind this rose i knew it had something i knew it.

Behind everything this rose was torn apart. Putting every little detail that was given to me thru our coonversations i could put together why she mentioned her favorite colour was grey. She smiled thru the hurt she felt by the betrayal of others, the deception of the ones she gave her time and sweat to, broken by the ones she trusted her heart with and they broke it into a million pieces that may never be put together perfectly again. She was one of those who always smiled and said that she found love but knew deeply it could never be what she dreamt of, what she wished for.

I could of never heal her despite the fact that she was the best rose in the garden. But i did pay all the attention to know when she was hurt or she was happy. It may not have been enough but she was worth the time and effort.

 Not all endings are happy!! I paid it no mind because some part of me knew the friendship wont have last. Not because we got fed up of each other. Only because her hurt was more than she could of bare for herself, and due to the type off personality she carried she wont have let anyone carry her burdens for her or even assist her. But all in all She still was the perfect rose.

I admired her for her bravery, her strength and the fact that she can be a woman with her head held high despite what she goes thru or others think of her. Besides her own drama, we live in a world where we either jealous each other or hater one another. Becuase of her beauty, her intelligence, her witty personality and her way of life for herself and with others, people judged her. she stood as a woman thru it all.

 All this made her the phemomenal woman! The Grey rose in the Garden. The one who stands out in the crowd. And yes there is nothing born as perfect but because she was her own hero, her own shoulder, her own lover she remained the only rose that stood out in the garden,! She made the meaning of Perfection! The one that survived without water, without sunlight, without the maintenance of someone else. She did it all alone.. And today she can stand proud and she still continues to bloom while other roses of the garden dies and fade away. She was truly a sight to behold. She was one rose that you aould never want leave your garden.. She was Imperfectly Perfect!!