I was given a rose for Valentines day, a full three weeks ago. It’s been in my window ever since, and shows none of the expected effects of time. The stem shows no sign of limpness, not a single petal has fallen, and only in the past day or so has a bit of brown begun to sneak onto the rim of one of the petals. I did nothing special to the water, have not given it food, nor have I paid it any special attention. I have no idea what implications this has on my love life (especially as the rose was a gift from two friends of mine, not a romantic interest), if it is some mythical symbol of the impending necessity of finding my one true love, or just a strangely hardy rose, but either way, it’s pretty damn cool.