I was walking down the hallway and he saw me. The person that I long to be with. My heart and body aches for him. But the thing I love about him is his smile. That damn smile could hypnotize you in just seconds from looking at it. I finally get home and sit in my room. Alone as always. I always keep roses in my room for one reason and one reason only. To do what I always do. My childish self starts pricking the petals off the rose saying \"he loves me, he loves me not\" until the final petal drops. \"He loves me not\" I say crying as the last petal falls off along with my will to move on. I didn\'t cry because of my childish game I cried because I knew it was true. He didn\'t love me. But the next day its starts all over again the more the days past the more I ache for him. I\'ve even resorted to cutting one after one. Until one day I decide it stops. But does it ever stop even petal after petal?