🌫️🌹033 The Rose of Uncertainty

Not all roses are born knowing they will be loved.
Some bloom timidly,
asking the wind in silence
if there is still a heart that remembers their scent.
This is one of them.
It demands nothing.
It only asks:
"Will you still love me?"
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