wisteriaI would choose this flower if I were to describe love in its most tender form, for it symbolizes devotion that transcends even death. Love does not simply come to an end even after one's death, it lingers long after their absence, while the grief that follows remains a weight no heart that has ever truly loved could ever learn to bear with ease. But what is love if not something that walks hand in hand with loathing? What is desire if it does not come at the cost of suffering? Is it still love if it exists without the ever-present fear of losing what we hold most dear? Just like how wisteria can live for a thousand years, weathering countless seasons yet never drawing any closer to the hearts of those who admire it, perhaps we, too, will never learn how to stomach loss. Perhaps swallowing a single petal of it would feel much like swallowing all the sorrow we have carried for the sake of a love we refuse to let die. It is indeed painful beyond words, but it's the kind of pain that feels most tender, for it comes from having loved something worth grieving for.
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