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lesson learned

When I was walking, I had felt the petals coming off. But I didn't let go, I kept holding the breaking piece. I was hoping that my strength and love would be enough to keep it together.

It wasn't.

When the flower fell apart in my hands, I stopped and stared at my hands. The pile of petals, all disconnected from one another. And as I moved my hands apart, the petals drifted to the ground.

Pink against the grey sidewalk.

I'm not sure what came over me then, but I fell to my knees and scrambled to collect the petals, attempting to put them back together. My hands gently handling the fragile pieces, but still squishing some in my hurry.

But I couldn't,

put the flower back together.

So I sat down on my haunches.

And cried.

Those who passed by me, must have thought I was crazy.

Crying over a flower. Silly.

But the broken flower had reminded me, that if you push hard enough on something beautiful.

It'll break.

It was a terrible sight at least for me. Seeing something once so beautiful scattered on the ground.

I should have known though, that this beauty was fragile.

If you hold it to tightly,

It'll fall apart.

Now I know though,

but it's to late.

A/N: Photo above ^ is mine : )