Love is like a rose.
It starts as a seed, unable to be seen, buried within us,
So deeply that we might doubt it's there.
With the right nourishment, it grows,
Blooms beautifully.
Then it withers and dies,
Returns to time itself.
Soul Society, Seireitei, Squad Eleven Barracks
3:34 p.m.
3:34 p.m.