She just loves roses..❤️ She just loved roses. That's what he used to say while buying them, thinking she would hug him for every bunch he brought home. Now the florist smiled sadly and whispered that maybe graves can't hug back, but love still reaches there somehow. Standing with roses in my hand I, I felt that empty space where her arms should be. Love stays, even when the hugs are gone, and that truth hurts in silence..❤️