Lips of an Angel // Joshler
Your first love is always the hardest to let go of, even harder to see its petals dying as the wilting, bright red rose turns dark and dull. Sometimes it's even hard to let go when the thorns prick your skin and cause you to bleed, but you should always remember:
Somewhere in the world is another flower garden with another beautiful flower waiting for your attention. One with it's thorns trimmed and petals full of pigment and life.