Just realized something.. its about heartbreak..
The heart doesn't break in a snap. It doesn't fall and shatter on the ground; there is no cracking or ripping. A heart breaks like a flower wilts - quietly yet.. suddenly...
She keeps the flowers on her desk. Roses, mostly. She likes Roses. They are cheerful and intense; She loves that. Their soft petals tantalize her skin whenever she touches them, and their colors brighten up the room. But then if she gets too busy to pay them much of attention... if she forgets to water them for just one day, they start to look sad and gloomy. The intense red is still there but they start to run low on vibrance. She waters them . Some life comes back, the breathing becomes easier. Now she knows they'll last for another week or so. She hasn't hurt them enough yet.
But sometimes, its just too late. One day she comes into the room, and sees their necks down, even though their petals are still soft. Then no matter whatever she does, they will never look up again. They keep wilting slowly - dying. It doesn't matter how many times she waters them or give them plant nourishment, they are finished now. She can only wait for them to die out completely and disappear... only to become a memory for some time, and then forgotten.
This is how a heart breaks.
