We used to try and see how far back we could trace it. We would follow all the tiny links back through out past that led to the fleeting window in time where our paths would cross. Your mind melts when you attempt to piece it all together. Our lives are accidents already happening.
Now, a large portion of our past is shared, and there is no need to trace any of it. We walk side by side on the same path. And when I see love lost through death, betrayal and heartbreak, I am reminded not to take a single second of it for granted.
Seven roses for seven years. I look forward to the many more to come.