Rosa

love.

love is an art.

every step slow. the passion strong.

and when pieces fall apart, we begin as strangers again.

so he forgot.

he saw her face in every flower, and yet she wasn't there.

but still, he surrounded his world in flowers.

Each of these lives is the right one. every path is the right path. everything could have been anything else and it would have just as much meaning (Mr. Nobody, 2009).