I saw it laying there and I knew it was over.
I knew it was time for me to leave.
She had left it there for me to find.
Left it so I would know it was over.
A simple gesture.
But one that worked.
A single rose.
One that I had given her all those years ago.
She left it there for me to find.
Knowing that I would understand.
Understand that it was over.
That I had to leave.
Our story had come to an end.
Both of us knew that.
I was just glad she had been the one to end it.
Because I don’t think I would have had the courage to.
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