Love… She mused, turning the deep red rose over in her hands.
Was it possible? Could it be true that she had fallen for him? The fragrant smell that the rose carried with it was not so much the smell of the foliage, as the smell of his cologne, infused with the animalistic desires of nature.
Love could be the ‘be all and end all’ to her life; she would implode without it, taking the nothing that she always had, and nobody would miss her…except the suitor who she could never take.
Is love The Ultimate? Only time will tell…