He said he found me

He said,

I'm a rose in the middle of a canyon full of tulips.

He said,

I'm a focus center.

Not for everyone, only for those who can see me.

He said,

I'm not afraid to show everyone about my spikes and he did appreciate that.

Well indeed, I'm a rose with thousands of spikes.

He said, 

I'm a beautiful rose that hasn't bloomed yet.

But just only from that sentence, you can tell he already believes that I'm beautiful.

He said,

My sepal is special and he's wondering how will I look like when I'm blooming.

He said,

He's wondering when will I let my petals open.

And he said,

He won't hesitate to wait until that blooming time finally comes for me.

This one's different, okay

Nothing and no one can actually make me speechless, but he did.

It's not that I don't believe in his words.

I do believe him, I do trust him, fully and truly, but I just can't imagine how.

Even before I ask him why (which that was my only plan to answer in the first place)

He already explains it bravely and clearly

in his own way, his beautiful way.

But how can?

How can someone like him look at me like that?

How can someone see me that way?

It actually made me feel glad and thankful.

But It's also creating doubts in my head.

When I finally bloom,

What if I'm not a beautiful rose like he imagined?

What if I'm not a casual beautifully red rose?

What if I'm a black rose? too bad?

What if I have more than 2 colors? and weird?

What if I don't have colors? yet plain? also boring?

What if I can't even bloom cause my petal will always fall down after it opens up?

What if I'm not even a rose?

What if It's all just his imagination of me?

Later on, after we both know that

I'm unlike what he did expect before,

What will he do?