the funeral of my rose

.....suddenly I noticed the rose I had left beside my suitcase after finished packing.

Its hardly accept that this is maybe the very last rose you gave to me.
This beautiful,red rose has now transformed into a black,stiff thorny twig.
I hold it in my hands for a few moments, and a tear rolls down my cheek.

I know,it was all my faults.
I did the stupid things that I already know you would never ever forgive.
Though its hardly for me,but I realize I have done the right thing even I know sorry doesn't work for you.
Although I didn't get the response I had hoped for, I have learned an invaluable lesson:
You cannot make someone love you again,You can only learn how to letting them go...