Charity Rose

I swear it's not because of what he has done to me that I've hurt so much and I suddenly remember you. I swear it's not the way that you think it is.
I read something. It mentioned the rose you bought for charity and you gave me that rose right away.
It was the sweetest simple thing you did. Because I knew you would never bought me flowers. You were not that kind of person, well, especially with me.
But charity is a charity.
And that rose was a bonus of happiness.
I never thank you that night.
For walking out until late night and talks all day. For the laugh and the memories.
For the rose.
I never appreciate it. Until now.

Thank you.