100 Roses

    100 Rose This is a true story, day and night with the girl renting in listening to a new song, Hsu Yu Teng's "one minute" also whining cry, and sometimes she listens to. That finally could not resist asking. So she told me this story:

They worked in the same company, and two of the office, only two plugging away beautifully chic one meter above the bulkhead. He just has a bow, you will see her beautiful silhouette. A beautifully intimate lovers stood on the partition wall chart.

Every morning, he always early as one minute she walked into the office, then, he will be a Rose quietly inserted in the pocket watch. Rose always twisted to one girl's party, she looked after, always slightly Minzui smile, because she has to guess who sent her roses, but she has a romantic aspiration: that is, and so he sent enough 100 roses, before they agree to accept. So after work, she would readily that sticks accompanied day rose gently into the wastepaper basket.

However, in two days, a sweet smell of roses will bloom again in the bird hanging on the table. Day, day after day in the past, his dedication to give her flowers. They always silent one minute time rule required that he, better than her one minute early, and occasionally on the road overlooking the she always let him advance one minute into the office, perhaps only behind them on people's minds consonance.

This morning, she was an exception as early as one minute into the company. A red roses and carefully inserted in the table rack, then carefully roses turned to his side, and then, she anxiously await his appearance. However, in a whole morning where she also did not see the his hand 100 roses. She felt very disappointed and very sad.

In the afternoon, one of my colleagues look of panic told pull everyone one thing: "because of morning traffic jam, he was driving his go to the florist to buy flowers, a car accident, he is now ..."

Everyone eyes were all red pull, deplore, said: "Early in the morning of what to buy flowers? Really his."

The next day, she did not come to work. An insider to know that she had quit her job, to the manager, but to know why, cried a lot when she walked.

Later, colleagues door shelves in his desk pen holder pull a withered roses, branches tied with a small card that read a graceful one line of small print: "I am willing to accept your rose!" the moment table also parked in he had her moment of the minute.

In fact, that morning, on the road, she saw he walked into a flower shop, to one minute ahead of her, but also give him a surprise, so it did not stopped him ...

The many regret in the world, is because that a stubborn and wrong.

Since you have already felt the pull love to come, why not direct a good grasp? Sometimes miss a minute, will miss the life.

Just pull a Rose missed happiness with a rose garden, how deplorable!