“Love is a rose: beautiful to hold, and you only learn about the thorns after they’ve drawn blood.”
“I loved you softly, like petals. You left sharply, like thorns.” “She still holds the rose, not because it doesn’t hurt, but because it once meant everything.” “Some loves bloom for a season and bleed for a lifetime.” “One eye hides the pain, the other still looks for you.” “The…

