After you left the roses alone,
they bloomed magnificently.
Beautiful pinks, reds, and blush colored petals.
Oozing that sweet red scent that only roses produce.
It even made the bees drunk with love.
Just like those roses,
the moment I stopped trying to change you,
was the time in which our relationship bloomed.
Through all of the angst,
through all of the tears and fights.
We have survived it all, together…