Love story of the past Valentine: Rose
Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose. And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door. The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, "I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."
"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year." She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.
