Marigolds overflowing in the garden, captivating bursts of yellows and orange. Thriving for only a season, it's a shame to see something so beautiful die just as quickly as it blooms. But everything is meant to have an end, at least that's what I like to believe. The beauty in things can't last forever, no matter how much you want it to. There's a time and a place for everything, including us. We were meant to be planted side by side, and help each other flourish and thrive. But you must realize that the falling of petals is inevitable. You can try over and over again to paint our lackluster leaves with the colors of the marigolds, but it seemed that there was just one too many rainy days where the clouds covered up the sun, and I knew in my roots that our time in the garden had ended. We've lost each other amidst the changing of seasons, busy searching for the greener patches in life. They say to bloom where you're planted, and that I did. I hope you never forget whose roots you first intertwined with.