The Red Rose

He bought me a rose today! Beautiful red rose was his daily routine. I expected the red rose every day, that this man loves me , is what it means. Despite his angry tantrums where he would curse me, spit & even choke me until I couldn't breathe or viciously beat me, kick me until I crumbled to my knees. He would bring me a red rose after, & tell me it would never happen again and even though I know it was a huge lie I know it didn't take away the love I had for him. I didn't want it to end. He would hurt me continuously and even hurt me in front of my friend who would always encourage me to get away from him but his actions I would always defend. I just waited for that red rose. It made me feel like everything would be okay, I mean, nobody is perfect. Right? Isn't that what people say? That red rose meant he loved me and you may wonder what I said lovED because now I'm watching him bring me a red rose, lay it on my casket, from above. I'm hearing him tell me sorry, as I watch the tears fall softly from his face. I forgive him, I know he loves me because he brought me a beautiful red rose today!