Some people fall in love with the flowers of others. The petals that bloom brightly, the beauty that's easy to admire. They're drawn to the surface, to what's convenient to love. But they never take the time to understand the roots...the quiet struggles, the buried fears, the pain that shaped the person beneath. So when autumn comes, when the colors fade and the petals fall away, they're left confused, even frightened. They don't know what to do, because what they loved was never the person, it was the illusion of spring that couldn't last







