this used to be up on the now defunct

the monday after valentine's day, he gave me a bouquet. not of flowers, but of little plastic roses.
i remember thinking, "flowers eventually die. these will last forever."
only two months later, i'm alone. i see the bouquet, still on my bureau.
everything dies. at least flowers are real.

this has stuck with me for a while. occasionally surfacing from dark corners of my memory when my thoughts drift back to her
but we'll save that for when i get around to adding my own overly personal node

great, now i've gone and depressed myself again. time to go node some 69 love songs