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“Sometimes you must lose everything to gain it again, and the regaining is the sweeter for the pain of loss.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“I think true love transcends tiem. The thunderbolt does not. Not if it strkes men the way you described."
I start a sprint toward a glade where my favorite orange flowers grow. He catches up with me easily.
"Most girls prefer flowers over trees." I brush my fingers on the petals."These flowers blossom quickly. They speak of passion, of beauty." I take a witheting flower that had dropped to the ground and fondle it between my fingers. "But flowers don't last. They wither easily and have limited growth. A tree might not speak of passion but sturdiness. Yet, it grows higher and lasts longer. Some of these trees were here before I was born and they'll be here once I'm gone."
My heads falls back as I look at the highest tree. "Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower. That's the kind of love my parents had. It wasn't as consuming as it was everlasting. And you see that tree over there? Now it's showing only green leaves, but in spring it's covered in flowers. Because as reliable as trees are, they can also speak of beauty and passion.”
― Mya Robarts