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The Rose, I offer a rose to a woman who is made of flowers. This of course, is of little consequence to her. And this is the insecurity and fear that I felt when attempting to build intimacy with women – that I had very little to offer them. But there was also an element of hope, as I did offer a red rose as opposed to the white roses that adorn her. The red rose was my hope for her to notice me, for my uniqueness, and for my heart.