My significant other deserves the world. They were there when I was at my lowest and had nothing. I’ve always put them first, pour everything from my heart and be the selfless person that I am. I can feel that we mean a lot to each other, but sadly when I am speaking of this, I can only continue with past tense. The passion for me has already long faded, only traces remain of it’s former glory, whereas theirs still shine so brightly. An age old saying goes that if it no longer brings you joy, then let it go. In my case, I am not holding onto a rose with thorns, but simply a flower I no longer wish to hold. So it’s okay, for I have already picked up this flower, it is my duty to continue to hold and protect it, for I am afraid to be selfish, and let this flower go.