if love was red
					sarah
			Alone in the moonlight, there she sat.  The surrounding trees, letting ghostly gaps of moonlight stream onto the new spring ground, severed the silver light.  Couples walked silently holding hands through a magical wonderland of dreams.  firefiles peacefully soared up into the trees creating a web of light.  One couple in particular caught the girl's eye.  They were a little older that she, prehaps fifteen or sixteen years old.  The boy slowed up than stopped for a moment while the girl, not realizing he was not at her side, continued to walk on.  When the boy caught back up to her he held a rose in his hand and told her to keep it with her.  He said that the meaning of the rose he had just given her was a symbol of his love for her and that the color of love was red just like the rose.  The lonely girl sitting on the bench studied the two lovers.  She slowly stood and looked down at the rose bed in which the young man found the rose for what must have been his girlfriend.  She kneeled down just as the boy had, and pulled up a flower just as he had.  Then she held it in her hand and started down the path.  Sad and lonely, the girl watched her feet the whole way down the path all the way to the entrance of the park.  Then the most unexpected thing happened.  A young boy, a boy of her age, stepped out of the shadows and into her path.  She stopped and looked up at the boy's face.  he smiled, and she automatically recognized his face.  The boy from across teh room in her art class was staring back.  She didn't know what to say so just said, "Move."  The look on the boy's face was full of a pain that ripped at her heart.  She looked straight into his eyes, not giving in to the real emotion inside her.  She saw why he had stopped her.  That same glow that danced in the older boy's eyes as he had given his girlfriend the rose now danced in the boy's eyes standing in front of her.  The saddened boy stepped out of the girl's way, and she looked back down the path.  The couple she had seen earlier had vanished.  She looked back at the boy's face; his eyes were filling up with what must have been tears.  She knew the feeling that must have been inside the boy, for she herself had felt it many times before.  The feeling wasn't that of someone not knowing what you were feeling, but the slow deathly feeling that rips at your heart when you realize that you might not be good enough for that person, that you put yourself out there and your soul was returned dead.  She smiled at him and then held out the rose.  He looked startled for a moment then took the rose.  He looked down at it, then when he looked back in the girl's direction she wasn't standing there.  Instead she was running down the path away.  As she ran away she called out, "Love is the color red just like the rose!"  As that exact moment a tear fell from the boy's eye.  He now realized that it wasn't just that she didn't want the rose, but she gave it to him because she liked him too.
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