The rose, the moment, the romance depicting what we think looks perfect, a lie we tell ourselves about what love and romance should look like.
Frozen as though Love is never changing, Yet love is always in motion, always changing.
We Whisper sweet nothings to each other, lies we want to hear from each other, they are beautiful yet ever changing.
We cling to these lies, like petals to a stem. They shield us from the harsh winds of reality, yet they cannot protect us forever.
Yet, perhaps there is beauty to be found in letting go. To release our hold on these fragile fantasies, and allow ourselves to be carried by the winds of change. To embrace the imperfect, and find joy in the unexpected. Perhaps, then, we will finally see the truth that has always been right in front of us.
And finally let go of The Lies We Tell Ourselves
