a damaged tulip still smells beautiful, even after some petals have fallen off, and the stem is crushed. and she carries it around in her book, smelling its sweet tropical fragrance when she feels sad or when she feels empty.

a broken tulip still smells as sweet and fresh as before it was crushed, just as a broken heart continues to beat even after broken. and the continued sweet scent and beating signifies there is no end. life goes on, good-bye is never forever, in fact good-bye is not even good-bye. it is simply another reason to say hello again later.

"this is not goodbye she said, it is just time for me to rest my head."