Apparently when receiving roses, there is always a meaning associated to the colour.
Don't believe this.
Only one reason.
Nothing to do with the colour. Only to do with the gesture.
I love the excitement of many possible reasons for all different things. Reasons which you, as the receiver can never figure out until far... far away. Admittedly you hate it at the same time. It's a love-hate relationship.
But nothing's love without hate. Right?
