”Your feelings towards her are like a rose with thorns. The rose is beautiful and elegant in every way. You want to keep it but you know that the rose has thorns. So, instead of tossing it away, you squeeze on to the stem. As you’re squeezing the stems the thorns start to cut your fingers and hands. The more you squeeze, the more pain you are inflicting on yourself. No matter how hard you squeeze, the thorns will always be there and you will always have pain.” – Some deep stuff right there.