586 - She never liked roses.

I once had a girlfriend very peculiar, and all my friends kept on telling me that she was an ungrateful bitch, because every time I bought her roses, she would throw them at my face and scream to me very pissed: "How many times do I have to tell that I don't like roses? You're an idiot! I like orchids!!" but since I loved her, I didn't mind her ungratefulness.

Today, I heard she died, yesterday, of a heart-attack, because she had gotten mad to her current boyfriend; and to show my respect to her memory, I went to the burial and brought to the tombstone a bouquet of roses. I was the only one who remained until the end of the burial, and saw, very sad, how the coffin was put down and covered in sand.

Before coming back home, I put the roses over the tombstone, and my left eye broke a single tear that showed my sadness; but that feeling was shaded away quickly by the impression I got when I saw the bouquet of flowers levitate in the air from the tombstone and then fly straight to my face as if it were thrown by an invisible force.

I had forgotten once again that...

The end.

Published on August 27th, 2012.