The only way I know how to explain your love, it's like you laid me down on a bed of roses. At first it was amazing it smelled so fresh, ist qwas soft and comfortable like something I had not known before. We lived and laughed and loved in this bed. q I would have stayed there for the rest of my life. As time went on and at first without much notice myself the thorns began to come threw. Cutting me little by little, not enough to kill me no, but have you every heard "Death by a Thousand Cuts"? I started to see the rose petals had withered away and my cuts from the thorns where noticeable. However sometimes you laid a few new roses to cover the old ones. It didn't change the fact that I was now getting wounded and you knew about it. Instead of doing...