Because the forbidden flower is lost before it can ever be integrated into the mundane routine of daily life, it remains frozen in time as a symbol of perfection. You never see it wither naturally. You never experience the boring, difficult, or flawed realities of holding onto it long-term. Therefore, the loss feels even more devastating because you are mourning an idealized fantasy that reality never had the chance to corrupt. Finding Grace in the Aftermath
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