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I had been married, but it had been ten years since my husband left me for another woman. I often wondered if he was behind this mysterious gesture. One day, he had tried to come back, to start over, but I rejected him. Since then, I hadn’t heard from him.
I just wanted to live in peace, surrounded by my friends, who had become my real family. Everything was calm and quiet, until the appearance of that enigmatic rose.
One morning, I finally found a note slipped under the stem of the flower. There were only a few words: “You’re not as alone as you think.” As I read it, my heart began to race. Was this a joke, or was someone following me?
The next day, there was no rose, but I noticed a strange car parked across the street. A man was sitting inside, reading a newspaper. Fear washed over me. Someone was watching my house.
I had spoken about this situation to my best friend, and she suggested I spend the night at her place so we could figure out what was going on together. I agreed, more out of necessity than choice.
That night, just as we were about to sleep, someone knocked at the door. I quietly approached the peephole to take a look. What I saw… was almost unbelievable.
Behind the door stood an unknown man, motionless.
My friend questioned him and discovered that his name was William.
He was an old schoolmate.
He explained that he had always admired me, and when he saw me in the library, he thought it was a sign.
He had decided to remind me of his existence by sending roses.
I remembered him, William, the shy boy who had given me a rose at our high school prom.
Although disturbed by his behavior, I listened to his apologies.
I agreed to meet him again, this time face-to-face, with no more mysteries.
Soon after, we met in a café, which led to the start of a new relationship.
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