My Little Red Rose

There was a time when I thought I was in love with Lorena, but in hindsight, I realized that my feelings were fueled by an unhealthy obsession. I never crossed any boundaries, but looking back, I can see that my fixation on her was more about an illusion of what we could become if I didn’t give up on her.

In truth, she gave me the same amount of attention and affection as My angel had given me years before. I now understand that my confusion between love and pity led me to mistake her kindness for romantic interest. It was wrong of me to put her in an uncomfortable position, and I take full responsibility for my actions.

I gave you the nickname “my little red rose” in my poetry because I knew that your favorite color was red and your favorite flower was roses. I remember you as a tiny girl with a beautiful smile, and the last thing I gave you was a red rose. If you’re reading this, Lorena, please know that I am truly sorry for making you feel uneasy or uncomfortable. I hope you are doing well and are happy. Through this experience, I’ve learned a lot about myself, and I’m committed to working on my emotional intelligence and becoming a better person. Thank you for being a part of my journey, and I hope that someday we can catch up.