At our rawest core we all want to be loved. Even if you'd never be caught dead admitting it Im sure you know that much to be true. A strong embrace from your best friend, a passionate kiss from your partner, a soft kiss to the forehead from your mother. No matter what kind of love you search for I understand your yearning. I understand the pain of waiting for it to come when it seems like it'll never arrive. Desperate like a rose holding on the the last of its petals knowing all that will show now are its thorns. This is the story of how my garden withered, and the painstaking journey of getting my roses to bloom once more. #2 in lgbtfriendly TW:Adult language, potential NSFW scenes, Suicide