Love...

[Pimpess]

I'm not always synical...

Read this.

>Red roses were her favourites her name was also Rose.
>
>And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
>
>The year he died,
>the roses were delivered to her door.
>The card said, "Be my Valentine,"
>like all the years before.
>Each year he sent her roses,
>and the note would always say,
>" than last year on this day.
>My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
>She knew this was the last time
>that the roses would appear.
>She thought, he ordered roses
>in advance before this day.
> > > > >
>Her loving husband did not know,
>that he would pass away.
>He always liked to do things early,
>way before the time.
>Then, if he got too busy,
>everything would work out fine.
>She trimmed the stems and
>placed them in a very special vase.
>Then, sat the vase beside
>the portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours,
>In her husband's favorite chair.
>While staring at his picture,
>and the roses sitting there.
>to live without her mate.
>With loneliness and solitude,
>which had become her fate.
>
>Then, the very hour,
>as on many Valentines before,
>The doorbell rang, and there
>She brought the roses in,
>and then just looked at them in shock.
>Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
>
>The owner answered, and she asked
>him, if he would explain, Why would someone do this to her, causing her
>such pain?
> "I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"
> The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know.
> The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance.
> Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.
>
> There is a standing order, that I have on file down heAnd he has paid,
>well in advance,
> you'll get them every year.
> There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
>
> He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago.
>
> Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here, that's the card
>that
> should be sent to you the following year."
> She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
>
> Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card. Inside
>the card, she saw that he had written her a note Then, as she stared in
>total silence,
> this is what he wrote...
>
> "Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone.
>
> I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome.
>
> I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
>
> Or if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
> The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
>
> I loved you more than words can say, you
>were the perfect wife.
>You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need. I know it's
>only been a year,
> but please try not to grieve I want you to be happy, even when you
> shed your tears.
>
> That is why the roses will be sent you for many years.
>
> When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
>
>That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
>I have always loved you and I know I always will. But, my love, you
>must go on, you
>have so much living to do still.
>
> Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.
>I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
>The roses will come every year and they will only stop,
>When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock.
>He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
> But after his last visit, he will
>know without a doubt
>To take the roses to the place, where
>I've instructed him.
> And place the roses where we are,
> together once again.
> Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;
>
> Someone who changes your life just by being part of it.
> Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop;
>
> Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world.
>
>Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just
>waiting for you to open it.