I think it started out just like this. Boy meets girl. Boy talks to girl. Girl is shy, boy wants more. Well he got his wish. It's just what he does with it after. She was always my sweetest nightmare. Something that I could go back to, but she changed over time. She was closed off.

You see, when she did that I took her out to this place called the balcony. The only place where special roses grow. My favorite thing she said about the roses were, 'the rose will have thorns before it wilts,' but you'd think at the time she was talking about the roses. She was talking about a whole other thing altogether.

I remember our first date, we were camping. I know not your typical first date. It was grand to us. We just loved to be isolated from the world. Isolated from the judgmental eyes of many....

I knew you were going to copy down notes again. I get that it's your job but if I'm in the middle of a speech.... well, at least you came back, but then again you shouldn't have came back. Fine? Let's continue.

I remember this one moment at the campfire very vividly, she was looking into the fire. And all of a sudden she put her hand in the fire. The funny thing is, she never got burned. She told me she had fireproof translucent gloves. I saw her pack her things. She never had those in their.

Relationships are complicated but each and passing day ours became easier and simpler. It wasn't meant to be that easy. Come to think of it, you might've thought that something fishy was going on. I think we cheated love...

Oh, you want me to stop talking. No, you want me to tell you why I told you this story that I got rudely interrupted in.

Each and passing day, every time I looked into her pretty, pure sea blue eyes. They began to look like they had been corrupted. But I didn't know if it was good or bad.

I would ask every passing day if she was okay. She would keep on saying she was great. I think we both knew the truth to that, but we were afraid to admit it.

Look, I see you eying me. Ever since I told you about my angels' corrupted eyes.If you're trying to place that fault on me, I didn't do anything. I swear, I treated her like she was an angel. And still, she left me. All she left behind was a rose. A goddam rose!

If your just going to stare, I might as well leave. Rethink your decision on sticking with me and my problems. I don't think you chose wisely. I think you chose blindly. Well, I can't blame you. We are all blinded. It's just, some of us are worse than most.