Consistently falling in love with the same rose has halted my growth. I no longer bloom to blossom. As the petals fall, I look in disbelief knowing that I lost them. What has changed me? I tell myself as I look into my reflection. When did I become uninspired, to the point that the red in my veins, only reminds me of the pain that I face when I see your face. Is growth really letting you go?