I always thought that giving a rose was beautiful and romantic. 💌 But every time I hold it in my hands, I feel a slight danger. A thorn can hurt, a petal can fall, and the aroma is too sweet to be real. And I begin to think: is love supposed to be like this?

Sometimes I want to rip this idea off, put all the bouquets aside and stop believing in conventional signs. 😔 Maybe love is not a flower that you can buy or receive. Maybe it is completely different: quiet, strange, dim, but real. 🌫

And here is the paradox: a rose is beautiful, but cold. She teaches attentiveness, caution, self-respect. 🌹💀 She reminds that there may be a thorn hidden behind external attractiveness. And this is, perhaps, closer to reality than all these “symbols of love” from postcards and movies.

I don’t want to look for love in roses anymore. I look for it in actions, in words, in moments that cannot be packed into a bouquet. ✨ Maybe the true beauty of a relationship is not the ideal shape and smell, but the ability to accept other people’s thorns without fear, without illusions, without rose-colored glasses. 💛

And when I look at a rose now, I smile: it is not a symbol of love. It is a symbol of caution. A symbol of self-respect. And sometimes this is much more important than all the pink fairy tales that were told to me. 🌹⚡️

Valeria