Rose

"I imagined him whenever I had to hide. Just for a moment. When getting out of the metro perhaps, with quick steps, when I am about to think I should have been at least 20 min. earlier to work. I would imagine him. With his grey t-shirt(maybe he never had one) and the little nooks and crannies of his nose and his smile and even the way his eyebrows lifted or how he licked his lips when he is about to speak..In all his ways he was beautiful. He was.. To me he was beauty. He was my personal rose."