I wanted to hold onto them for as long as possible and hope that the memory of her lasted forever.
It was stupid. They were just paper flowers; dried flowers as you were.
And yes, I knew eventually the colour would fade and yes, I knew eventually that the paper would become so brittle it would crumble, but I couldn’t let go.
How long would it last?
How long does anything last?
I didn’t know the answer to that.