Do you have a rose too?

I had never believe in fairy tales, how could I?

Came across the following excerpt from "Little Prince" when I was in my late teens. Surprisingly, I find it heart warming (even up to now)..

"... When the little prince comes to the earth and sees a huge bunch of roses, he remembers his own flower.

And then he realizes how special his flower is.

He says: "You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you — the rose that belongs to me.

But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing.

Because she is my rose..."

This rose that you posseses, could be anyone, anything, and everything... As long as efforts has been put in, to nurture and to grow, it will be (in the eyes' of the beholder) the most beautiful rose, and without a doubt, a special position in your heart too.