Overview
Nobody said that love was a bouquet of two-dozen red roses, they just said that maybe it would be nice if it were. But let's be honest: Sometimes it's daisies, sometimes it's marigolds, sometimes it's a thorn bush that stings for hours and hours after you've touched it. Sometimes it's nettles and sometimes it's narcissus. So go out into that great big garden of feelings and gather your rosebuds (and whatever else you find) while ye may.
