Many have quantified what being in love is. The feel good, comforting, butterfly-in-your-stomach thing. When we hear of others who have a decade worth of courtship before marriage, we tend to think that they will live together till death do they part. Yet, divorce after marriage is not unheard of. How bout our grandparents who were brought together through matchmaking? Quite a surprise to have dozens of kids with a “stranger”.
I reckon two people in a relationship to be “lying on a bed of roses”. In the honeymoon period, they admire and revel in the soft petals from the roses. As that draws to an end, they will feel the prick from the thorns. It is something inevitable and from then on, is a continual alternation between meeting the petal and meeting the thorn. Some beds will have more petals than thorns while others will have more thorns than petals. People who bleed too much from their rose-thorn bed will eventually discard it. On the other hand, people whose bed lack thorns may find it too mundane.
In my opinion, the roses keep the couple together and the thorns help them grow. It is through surviving the thorns together that one feels a greater sense of attachment to his “bed of roses”.