Send You a Bouquet of Red Roses

I want to give you a bouquet of red roses. Roses are easy to come by but hard to express deep meaning. I took protecting you as my belief for the first eighteen years, but then I could only protect you silently in the dark. No one knows that I got drunk on a deserted street corner on your eighteenth birthday, and no one knows that I collapsed on the street corner alone and shed tears all night long. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.