The Real Roses!
F R I E N D! A magical word, most of us are much familiar with this word, but how many really mean it? Some friends we have made as youngsters go away as we become older and as our schedules get more hectic. I've always believed that a good friend doesn't need to keep in touch all of the time. Friends are the uninvited family members in our life; we can't foresee when they'll show there and can't even envision when they'll go. They're the lovely roses that bloom in life's garden. My Roses! While strolling in life's garden. I've gathered a few roses, some of which are lovely and others of which are proving to be roses of thorns every time. Those lovely roses have never proven me incorrect in my assessments of them except some roses of thorns. We have a profound understanding of each other. They constantly laughed like idiots at my jokes and sobbed if I was sad. They've always been mindful of my sentiments. I'm a reserved individual who ...