always MM

in a far away planet there is a rose, she lives in her own world, with her roots buried deep in the ground.

despite being beautiful, she has big and very sharp thorns that kept anyone to get close.

disappointed with her loneliness, she believed she wasn’t pretty enough, she wasn’t smart enough. for many years, she couldn’t grow, just because the world to her was an ugly place: there were too many caterpillars that could attack her, she should expose herself too much to the sun or to the cold wind, and, sensitive as [thought] she was, that could hurt or even destroy her. so, she preferred to have her roots in one place, where she knew she was in control.

still, she dreamt with happiness, fairy tales and beautiful gardens. spreading her roots to far off places and knowing many other flowers and tasting all different sorts of water. but all her fears paralysed her, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t grow, and that sunk her heart.

one day, coming from a passing comet, a prince landed on her planet. he had childish, inquisitive eyes, and looked at everything as new. the rose, surprised with this foreigner, lured him. the prince came closer, started talking to the rose but got stung on one thorn. scared, he moved back, sucking his finger to stop his blood, and stared at the rose from a distance: he could see her fears, he could see her heart, and he could even see [and understand] her thorns. his eyes shone, brightly green; feeling lucky to have found her, his heart danced.

he timidly approached her [he too was scared to get hurt], and started talking to her. she showed him a world full of colour and feelings. the star crossed prince, previously numbed by all travelling, past experiences disappointments, started to feel again. she taught him how to dream again, how to look forward for the future. she was demanding, stubborn, and always kept a distance. however, magic sparked whenever they were together, and slowly the prince fell totally in love for the rose.

the prince used to travel a lot, taking comets to other distance planets [he was an important prince], leaving the rose alone on her planet. wherever he was, he would always look at the night sky and remember his rose, longing to come back, to be with her, to smell her.

he came back to the rose’s planet every time he could, and she awaited him pretending sorrow, and defensive for him to leave her, and that hurt the prince. she tried to make him less important than he was, letting him know of all other flowers she knew. then the prince would started talking again, and by each magic moment, the rose started to bloom and spread her roots further.

as he saw her blooming, the prince vowed to love her, to protect her no matter what. even as her thorns wounded him, bleeding him, the prince was happy. for him all that mattered was that somewhere in the entire universe, there was a rose.

a special rose for him, that would some day bloom and he that could dream to be with her