I'm kinda anxious about tomorrow night. It'll be the last time before graduation that we gather as one batch to celebrate four years of our best college experience. They call this celebration Blue Roast.
I can't help but be poet here. Isn't it quite depressing to describe a rose blue? It means cold and loneliness. But there may be some truth in it. You give your rose to your first crush in college in that one last effort to make him/her hope (or fear) for what could have been. Sigh!
Now, who will I give mine?
PS: I played a role of a red rose in our Lit drama!:))