Rose Thorn
Soft Petals, Sharp Edges
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Shaunak's story isn't loud. He grew up believing in a love he hadn't met yet. A love that would know him without words and stay through the storm.Shaunak once read something that stayed with him for years: "When you like a flower, you pluck it. When you love a flower, you water it daily. "It sounded beautiful, even noble. So he believed in it-with all his heart. He believed that love meant care.That staying meant trying.And that giving more was always the answer.But life, as it often does, taught him differently.He learned that watering too much can drown the roots. That even a flower, no matt...
Shaunak's story isn't loud. He grew up believing in a love he hadn't met yet. A love that would know him without words and stay through the storm.Shaunak once read something that stayed with him for years: "When you like a flower, you pluck it. When you love a flower, you water it daily. "It sounded beautiful, even noble. So he believed in it-with all his heart. He believed that love meant care.That staying meant trying.And that giving more was always the answer.But life, as it often does, taught him differently.He learned that watering too much can drown the roots. That even a flower, no matter how delicate or lovely, doesn't bloom through obsession-it wilts.And some plants, like the cactus, don't need water. They grow through silence, space, and solitude. Some things are meant to survive, not to be nurtured into something they're not.Shaunak had always lived in stories-the kind where soulmates existed, where love was enough, and where the right heart could fix a broken one. He thought life was just a waiting room, and one day, she would arrive-the one he was made for. The one who would see him, understand him, love him. And when someone did arrive, he convinced himself she was the one. Even when her silences hurt. Even when her presence felt like absence. Even when every sign screamed otherwise-he stayed. Because belief is a powerful thing. It can blind, it can bind. And when it is rooted in longing, it can make you stay in places you were never meant to remain.
