As the semester winds down I wake up this morning feeling very strange. The first thing that I see upon opening up my eyes is my friend Rose. She has been a friend of mine for as long as I can remember. For years I have looked to her to hold my deepest secrets and help me see that their are still things in the world that are still pure, untainted, and around when we need them. Many times in my life when I have told people of our relationship no one understood just what she means to me.
Now that I am getting older and am sometimes prone to thinking that there is no one that can truly understand how I feel, good or bad, all I have to do is look into Rose's beautiful eyes to remember that she has been there through the whole thing and understands.
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