The roses you brought me are gorgeous, colorful and happpy.

The roses you brought me are browning, slightly less alive.

The roses you brought me are dying, falling off their stems.

The roses you brought me are sad, so let’s go plant them.

When things seem sad, turn it around and make a sad memory happy. Life isn’t long enough to hang on to the things that hold you back. Keep going. Like my roses, keep growing.

The roses you brought me are growing, my garden’s becoming pink.

The roses you brought me make me happy. Thank you 🩷