Am I the right piece that fits your life or was I merely misplaced in the wrong box? The shapes are starting to spread thin and the puzzle is nearing completion.
There once stood a beautiful meadow where the tulips grew, but the vibrant colors have wilted to a palish gray. The appreciation for this natural serenity still exists, but the love...the love is questionable.
Have you outgrown the nutrients that I provided or is it simply the necessity to spread your seeds elsewhere? I cannot and will not know the truth for all I am left with is memorial remnants.