You send me all

You send me all these roses. Every time I think the last bouquet has arrived, finally, another turns up. I’m running out of vases. I didn’t know roses came in so many colors. You say they’re the perfect symbols of love because they have thorns and love is pain. I say life is pain, highness. … Read more

So it\’s true, when

So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love. E. A. Bucchianeri