| Source: Children Come First http://www.childrencomefirst.com/jgrant.shtml Contests The air smelled of summer rain, a smell that reminded me of him. Jordan Grant, a guy in my math class who had ocean blue eyes and blond hair. We were walking through a rose garden. Jordan was the sensitive type. He would write poems and love letters. We had been dating for a year. Like roses, Jordan knew how to work his way right into your heart. I saw roses of all colours: red, pink, yellow and more. We kept on walking until we reached a beautiful gazebo covered in roses, grapes and vines. Jordan set his bag down and pulled out two roses. "I have two roses for you; the first is a blue rose which represents your unique personality." He passed the rose to me. "The second is a white rose representing our future together." He passed me the second rose and got down on one knee holding a box. "Michelle, will you marry me?" I started crying. "Yes! But this is a dream I'm going to wake up soon!" "It's not a dream darling. I'm yours if you marry me." "Yes!" I cried with tears of joy this time. I was going to marry Jordan Grant.
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