12:42 01/01/2021

To my de…

Have you ever seen a wilting rose?

There is something alluring about seeing a figure that used to bloom brightly, eventually lay its head to rest.

As she wilts… Her beauty. It becomes more honest. You can still see the silhouette of how she stood tall. You can still feel all of her vibrant colour. You can still embrace the gorgeous picture that she was.

Each petal that falls is a testimony to her beauty. The true and deep reds, finally a tangible gift you can hold in your hand. The petal, itself, is a wonder to behold. And it makes it so much more soothing to know that the petal was hers.

Her essence. Her scent. It still lingers. A pleasant reminder of her charms. With just a smell, I can’t help but treat her like she is still precious. Like she is still worthy of behold. Of admiration. Because she is. She truly is.

And at least now. She can rest. She has done enough.

Her beauty. It will always be clear to see. No matter what she thinks.

A withering rose.

No. Just… A rose.

Love from yours truly

-Daniel Roy