“A single rose can be my garden…
a single friend, my world.” -Leo F. Buscaglia
I walked to my friend, Kim’s cubicle to talk to her about tomorrow’s lunch when I saw a beautiful bouquet of roses sitting on her desk. Someone gave her roses in celebration of her birthday!
Kim is a cheerful, lovely lady.
And here’s one more photo & quote:
“Love is like a rose. It looks beautiful on the outside…
but there is always pain hidden somewhere.” -Unknown
The first photo makes me pensive… thoughtful. I like the focus and the water drop.
The second photo, for some weird reason makes me sad. Yellow’s supposed to be cheerful and happy, but I feel like the rose is crying. I’m weird, I know.
Is it the water droplet that’s about to fall that makes me think of tears?
Originally, i put “The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.” But the more I read the quote, the more wrong it felt. So I replaced it.
