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True Love Story-Andreja Glavica There was a flower called Yellow Rose. She was just a girl that wanted to
live life. She was not scared or something, but sometimes she just did not know what and how to live. Her life was not very pretty. She was all alone. Did not have a boy friend or husband. She wanted a
family, but first she must find her self a man. Not that she need one, but to start a family she needed a man. And so she wonders around and looking for a man. And in some point she realize she don't need a
man, she need a love. Yes LOVE. Where will she found LOVE ? . Here on earth is all she can find hate and war. No LOVE. That is probably a strong feeling to look for, but that is what most of people looking
for. Do they found? Don't know. Well and so we can see that our Yellow Rose is looking and looking. She wanna give love and take love. She was always willing to give, but she never learnt how to take LOVE.
Maybe that was her bad point. All men she meet on her way just took from her and didn't give her a thing. They just slept with her and that was all she can get from them. Always disappointed. Never happy. Hm
maybe at first moment, but after they left her, there was nothing. Zero, null. How could they be so mean to her? No one loved her the way she loved them. Well maybe there where some boys, but she did not saw
them. Yes, this must be, she did not saw the real LOVE when the LOVE was there. Maybe that was her bad point, her bad habit. She wanted something that she can not get, instead the thing she could get.
This is all so confused. You want something and you can not get. The thing you don't want you can always get. When she did not want love, she get one. When she wanted love she did not get one. Is that make
some sense? Hm maybe. So our Yellow Rose is still alone in the world. Why? Because she don't want or she don't become LOVE. She don't want LOVE? Is that true? Yes that is true. She is scared to fall in love.
Why? Because love hurts and she don't wanna be hurt ever again. She want happiness, love, caring, softness, friendship, understanding. No one can understand her, she don't understand her self. She will never
understand her self. Can you understand all that? I can not. I'm that Flower called Yellow Rose. Send your comments to: smartcyber@graffiti.net |
