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"To My Rose", by Leya
Copyright ©, Age 18
My husband came back from his work holding two invitation cards. Presenting them to me, he said with a smile, "I know you love music honey, so I though it would be a nice idea for both of us to spend a romantic night listening to a good musician I heard a lot about recently."
I held the cards, looking at them with a dazed expression… When I read the name written on them, my eyes grew wide and my heart pounded... Edward Smith... A concert for this new successful musician... My eyes were filled with tears. I didn’t know what to say. So I nodded and said with a strange voice, "Let me think about it." But why did I have to think about it? I love music and it was a brilliant chance for me to take a rest of the routine I am living in, but all I knew that when I read his name on the elegant cards, I just wanted to cry... A cry of joy or sadness? I didn’t know.
I drifted to my room in haze and closed the door behind me. Moving quietly to my closet, I opened it and picked up a lovely jewelry box. I held its small keys in my shaky hands. Opening it slowly, I took a sheet of paper from it. When I read the words upon the page I couldn't bear more and broke into tears. "To My Rose," was the title of the musical note. I whispered. "Oh Edward, Oh Edward." Placing the paper on my chest near my heart as if I wanted it to hear my heart beating.
I couldn't forget...
It was so hard, something I couldn’t control, how could I forget the one I loved? Loved to death, but without hope. I closed my eyes and the torturous memories jumped to my mind making it difficult for me to breathe and thrilling my feverish body. I don't remember when I first met him, because I knew him since the beginning of the world. Or at least my world… In the neighborhood, where we grew up together we shared a lot of our cheerful childhood and peaceful adolescence. Years vanished like a dream… I was nineteen when he said the magic sentence to me. "I love you, Diana," he said, looking at me with his hazel eyes. I didn't hesitate a lot to say back, "I love you too, Edward," in fact I didn't need him to tell me that openly, because I knew it, since the beginning.
What is the end of that love? This was the question that scared me. We lived two different lives. I was the daughter of one of the richest and noblest families that has hundreds of traditions and protocols, but destiny had brought him up in a poor family. Just like the tales of old, the princess and the poor lover. But I was a sensible princess and didn't end the play by eloping with him in spite of everything. I thought a lot about it. He had nothing but his love and music. I loved him too and his music captured my heart. But I knew that I couldn’t live only by love and break my family's word. I was sure that it would hurt him badly to say good bye. What was the right decision? This question tortured me everyday and hour, but all I knew to do at the time was not to hurt him more. To go away keeping his love in my heat forever. And so I made my decision. I murdered my heart's dreams and followed what my mind and family wanted. I married Stuart, a man whom everyone thought was perfect for me. I know he loves me and does everything he can to please me. I appreciate that but I couldn’t turn my feelings towards him… I couldn't force love.
Again I looked at the paper. "To My Rose." It was the song he played for me once. When he told me he wrote it for me, my heart soared with happiness and my love for him grew. Tears poured from my eyes at the memory. My soul recalled all the old emotions that didn't leave me for a moment along during past five years.
On the evening of the concert, I wore a chic black dress and a necklace of diamonds. It took place in a regal hotel and the hall was crowded. My feelings were fretful. A mixture of sadness and happiness, anxiety and eagerness and my heart pulsated as it had never done before. Eventually the time came and there he was, tall and handsome with the sad hazel eyes I always loved. He bowed to us and sat behind his piano. I didn't know how I managed to control my tears. Before he started to play, he looked at his audience. Then (and I don't know how) his eyes turned to the side where I was sitting and looked right at me. I knew it then. I read what was written in his eyes, I read all the love he had kept for me. And I thought I saw that his eyes were moistened with tears too.
He took a deep breath and said smiling, "I would like to start this night with my first love's song that has a special place in my heart... "To My Rose... And I dedicate it to all true lovers with all my heart..." The hall dinned with the sound of clapping. And the rose didn’t shrivel...love was the strongest and won at the end.
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