Two colors...

I shall tell a little story...Once upon a time it was a boy that wore black, and a girl that wore red.They loved each other very much and they wrote each other every day notes and letters.At the end of the letter they signed Red and Black, he was a black rose trying to become a much happier rose, he had a hard life but finally he found true love.She was the red rose representing pure goodness, instead of carrying on with her life she fought to held the black rose happy. Finally after a couple of years they confessed each others love. But suddenly one day the red rose withered and the boy fell into the deepest black that he ever knew.All his life he wanted happiness but it was too hard to get it.The reason: most of people are afraid of changes.It was too hard for him to change the rose's color, so know when his real happiness was gone,he was still black because he didn't changed his color.If he had listened to her he could be happy now, but it was to late, she was his true love and know she passed.Can anyone change his color to a brighter one?No, he could do that but instead he was afraid.He got paled and started to fell death's arms around him and he couldn't escape so he didn't and he was carried through life like we do.Because he didn't had the courage to believe in her and fight.The end,people are the same..black and no hearted…

Picture made by Slave,known as A.Claudiu