Everlasting love.

For Valentine's, Enrique brought me a rose. Since we don't have any flowerpot, it got to stay in a humble empty bottle of modena vinager. It took ages for the rose to dry out. 

Around March, it started to lose its glow, while small leaves started to grow. Almost impossible to notice, they pushed their way out, along with a teeny tiny rosebud. I couldn't believe my eyes, when I get back from the Netherlands, the cutest rose in the world was waiting home.

Perfect metaphor of everlasting love.

Love isn't about finding someone you can live with, but someone you cannot live without.

When I dry out, he is there. Filling my mind with hope, keeping my energy up, supporting me while I push through my dreams, hard, until they actually materialize.