Red Roses!
A bunch of red roses, a perfect gift for my birthday!

I was surprised and shocked. Both at the same time.

Surprised because the red rose was one of my favorites when it came to getting gifts especially on my birthday.
Shocked because it was from 'you'.

After we broke up, I never thought you would try to contact me let alone wishing me on my birthday and sending me the bunch of roses.

The last conversation is still so fresh in my memory. 
We decided to part ways because we were too much for each other. Too much of a contrast.
We both were in love but while I accepted you with all your flaws, you were not ready to accept mine.
That's how you lost me, like, forever.

You failed to understand that even the most beautiful thing like these roses come with thorns and we can't just keep the flower, if we need these roses then we have to keep its thorns too.
You failed to realise even the most soothing thing like the moon is clad in black spots, the spots which probably glorify it more and we still find the moon soothing and calm.

Being flawed makes us unique and real.

It's been months since I heard from you. Then why these roses?

Thousands of memories clouded in my head.
I just could not get back to that devastating phase where you left me alone.
I shook those memories off my head and I knew what exactly I had to do.

Those red roses which were still so fresh and pretty, which were my favorite thing?
Throwing them away was not the option.
But keeping them right in front of my eyes was more painful.

I picked up the bunch of roses and couriered them back to the sender with a note saying,  'Either I accept the flowers with its thorns or I don't accept them at all!'