in my opinion i think having to feel the reality of dying love is 100000000000x harder than not being in love at all. because if you plant a rose bush it’s beautiful for about the whole summer, and maybe a bit of fall. but as the air gets colder, and the temperature changes the roses start to die. and when it starts dying, you don’t want to rip it out of the ground. you want to keep watering it and keep doing everything you can to keep that last rose alive. but eventually it all wilts, dries up, and dies. and if you’re like me, you keep that bush there either because you’re too lazy to rip it out or because you don’t want to let it go (still not sure which one yet) but maybe next time i’ll save myself some tears, and i just won’t plant roses.