I used to feel that it is only perfect that my love gives me purple and blue roses because I like them.

Then I come to realize that it doesn’t matter what colour the roses are.

What matters is that it is given to me by the RIGHT person.

There was once a wrong person who wanted to get me blue roses but I didn’t want them.

A clear and bugging feeling in me told me that I wouldn’t like the roses even though they maybe blue.

I didn’t understand then.

But now, I do.

I am in love and satisfied with my own perfect bouquet of red roses. 

P.S// Yes! I looked that shabby when Isaac passed them to me! =( and oh no! what am i doing online and blogging when I am supposed to be studying!!!!!

amor,esperanza y fe 2:31 PM.

I used to feel that it is only perfect that my love gives me purple and blue roses because I like them.

Then I come to realize that it doesn’t matter what colour the roses are.

What matters is that it is given to me by the RIGHT person.

There was once a wrong person who wanted to get me blue roses but I didn’t want them.

A clear and bugging feeling in me told me that I wouldn’t like the roses even though they maybe blue.

I didn’t understand then.

But now, I do.

I am in love and satisfied with my own perfect bouquet of red roses. 

P.S// Yes! I looked that shabby when Isaac passed them to me! =( and oh no! what am i doing online and blogging when I am supposed to be studying!!!!!