I think the problem I've come to find is that everything makes me sad.
Even the things that make me happy, find a way to make me sad.
I find that love is like a vase of flowers.
There's something special, and antique, about receiving flowers from someone.
And you pick out the most beautiful vase you can scrounge up from the cupboards,
dust it off, and place that bouquet tall and proud in that intricate holder.
And each day, you look at it and it is still so beautiful.
But flowers like that, come with consequences.
When the ends get cut just so you can ogle at the beauty,
they expire.
And one day, you will stumble upon those flowers, weeks later,
to find them completely forgotten about and wilted in a corner.
So, love is like flowers.
A beautiful gift with an expiration date.