• Roses are like butterflies, they bloom but then they die. We were once in love. It felt as if i were walking on water. You were my angel sent to save me and you did...for awhile. I'm broken, shattered, only three people can fix me and I'm afraid you're just not one of them. I no longer feel the passion we used to once have. I am comfortable with you and I suppose that is all I need to be with you. I'm like a rose, I can be passionate, colorful, full of life one and the next day I can be dead. Roses are beautiful but they have thorns and they can make you bleed.
    I'm sorry baby.