kalark

Someone asked me what you were like the other day. I tried to answer, but no words came. They were gone, blown away like petals in the wind. How could I explain? I could've said, "He was like a little brother to me, except he taught me, instead of the other way around." I could've said that, but I didn't. You meant so much more to me. Finally, I found a way to describe you: a rose in winter. Blooming early, you came into a world of eternal darkness, instead of the spring your beauty deserved. With petals colored crimson, you became the most divine of dark roses. But unlike all the other flowers, you were made of glass. You hid it well; we ne