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When my ex gave me the last bouquet of roses he'd ever give me, the writing was on the wall that we wouldn't work out. But I loved him, he was my whole world, and I didn't know how to live without him, so I kept one dried rose from the bouquet in a candle holder on a shelf. It was an amicable relationship and we've stayed friendly, but not friends.

Over the years the rose has taken some damage. The cats knock it down sometimes when they play on that shelf, I've moved twice. A few petals here and there have added up over time. Today it's half the size it was that day.

I think that's a great metaphor for the way loved ones fall out of your life. At first the relationship is whole but dry, not what it once was but still beautiful in its own right. And over time, the relationship stort of dwindles in your mind. Maybe you forget the way she used to change Google Home's music to entrance music when she came through the door, or you forget the way he picked up the phone on the first call, every time, to be there for you. After a while he isn't even on the list of people you'd call, even though you'd still drop everything to pick him up by the side of the road. And even though the rose and the memory are smaller than they once were, they're still beautiful, and they will be until they crumble to dust.

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Photo credit: https://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/found-letters-from-the-hindenburg-61380742/

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