The smallest things (1)

He misses love. She misses love. They miss the love. The love of red roses. The roses of Mr. Wish's garden. The garden which was happy. Happy because of those birds. Birds which will chirp in the morning and sings songs till dusk. Dusk that would be lovely with the setting sun. Sun which shined through all odds. Odds they were - Him and Her. Her mind was a battleground and heart a traitor. Traitor who never stops beating, though sometimes she wished it should. Should she or she shouldn't? This has always been a difficult question.