This prologue just has nothing to do with anything but I felt like it was kinda important to put in here anyway. So yeah…

And just to let you know…I don't own Pokémon. If I did, I'd throw a party with chocolate cake. It would be AWSOME! And if I did own Pokémon, Gary and Misty would've never left, Max would not exist, and I'd make contestshipping and pokeshipping happen faster than you can say, "Sounds liken a plan!".

Prologue: Meaning of a Rose

It's interesting.

Interesting how something as powerful and big as love, can somehow focus all of its energy into a tiny flower.

A rose to be exact.

A rose is just love taking the form of a flower so it can be seen by mortal eyes.

It makes you wonder why they picked a rose, though.

But then again, you have to admit, a rose is beautiful.

It smells beautiful, it looks beautiful, its name is beautiful, and its meaning is beautiful.

There's something else about it that makes me think though.

Why a red rose?

What makes red roses so much more romantic than any other color rose?

Think about it.

Red is the color of death, war, and blood.

But it's still more romantic than a white rose, which is the color of light, or a yellow rose, the color of the sun.

I guess it's just more appealing.

When someone gives someone else a rose, it means that person is very special to them, and that they care deeply for them.

But roses aren't just pretty.

They have thorns.

Thorns that if your not careful enough, can pierce into your flesh and cause you to hurt and bleed.

Since roses and love are so connected to one another, do you think it's the same basic principle for love as well?

Do you think that love is a beautiful thing, but if you're careless, it can pierce right into your heart?

It's weird how love works like that.

It's unpredictable.

Even when you have found love, you end up taking it for granite, weather you realize it or not.

But then again, you never really notice how much something means to you…

…Until it's gone.