“In all cases love was a strong emotion, not easily contained once it was unleashed. I realized now that love was like a blossoming flower that continually added more and more petals. But there was no end point. There was no full bloom. It went on forever. Growing, strengthening.”
“Love, its like a flower, first its in bloom thats when love is at its begining. When its full love is strong. But when it dies, the love fades away, petal by petal following apart until it dies.”
“Love is like flowers blossoming in spring. When you think it ends, it’ll grow again in time.”
“Love is like a flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of seasons!”
“Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons”
“The stains on the mattress. Like dried flower petals. Not recent. Old love; there's no other kind of love in this room now.”