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Both of us grew in the same garden, both of us met the same people, both of us spent most of our time with that man.
Yet how did we end up so different?
Both of us have thorns, but yours protect your beauty. Mine protect my weak soul. The time you spent with him made you grow and bloom into someone everyone loves. Me instead? I have become stronger, but I don’t have people who look at me, let alone admire me.
It’s absolutely beautiful, the way your red petals shine under the light. It’s breathtaking, your presence demands attention. It’s stunning, the way your gracefulness rather than weakens, amplifies your strength, making the people who underestimated you fear you.
I was under the impression that I was a plant doomed to be ignored, a plant that was a sight to sore eyes. But you helped to change that.
A rose like you, decided to make me a subordinate. Yet, I never felt like your underling. You always treated me kindly, as if I was your partner. You looked at my strengths, and helped me soften my thorns a little.
For the first time in my life, I feel a little at ease with myself. I can be myself without the fear of pricking others. And before I knew it, a little bud formed on me, waiting to bloom.
It was then I realised, that you saw the chance for that bud in me, and let me become my own self, rather than a copy of you. And for that I’m grateful.