More like thousands of pulsating thorns - but yes - that is how it feels.
We do make it all about the roses.
But this is winter.
Thorns protect while the roses go inside themselves, convert their nutrients back into buds they force into bloom.
(This is what it means to be perennial, not annual.)
Maybe we're just too flower-obsessed.
From the Etsy page for "Short Stories - Bronze Rose Stems"
All relationships have ebbs and flows, but it is presicely at the ebbs that a relationship is given an opportunity to grow and strengthen. Embracing the full spectrum of anything, the light and its shadows, is always the balance which propels it forward. Beautiful work.