Rose day

I still have your words lingering in my breath, saying Love, I wanna give u this rose and come closer to your lips and taste that lipstick and ur lips, then look into your eyes by holding hands and wish you "happy rose day."

What was that day called? Rose day? Not only that specific day, but whenever roses bloom around me, I celebrate us and our love. I find myself lost in the journey we have walked together, how beautiful it has been, yet how many thorns we have crossed. Like a rose, our love has blossomed through every storm, through every distance, through every silent ache of longing.

From the first moment, we weren’t just two people who met; we were two souls who found their own world between the lines of time. We created our own rhythm, a harmony that exists beyond borders, beyond distance, beyond the limits of morning and night. When I wake up, you are settling into dreams and when you wake, my day is already written in the sky. Yet, in all this, we have found a way to stay close. My mornings carry the whispers of your night and your dawn rises with the remnants of my love left behind in the stars. We don’t follow the same clock, but we move within the same heartbeat.

Like the soft petals of a rose, we have had moments so delicate, so warm, where love felt as natural as breathing. Your love has always wrapped around me like the fragrance of these flowers, lingering even in your silence and absence. But between these petals, we have walked through the thorns too. The days of waiting, the pain of distance, the longing that sometimes feels unbearable yet, we never let go. Every thorn that tried to pierce us only made our roots stronger and our love deeper.

There have been moments when I wanted to hold your face in my hands, to trace the lines of your tiredness and kiss away every unspoken sorrow. But even without touch, I have felt you. I have lived in your letters, in the laughter and sorrow we have shared, in the way our souls have molded into each other without needing permission.

No matter how far you are, you are always with me. In the air I breathe, in the nights I dream, in the quiet moments where love doesn’t need to be spoken, it just exists. And today, on this Rose Day, I want you to know that you are the most precious bloom in the garden of my life. No storm, no thorn, no distance can ever change that.

May the Almighty bless you with love and happiness, my born Bashy baby. You are not just someone I love, you are the love itself that keeps me alive.


Forever yours,
Your innocent S...A.