The point is to turn your grief into love. The roses are helping you find grace.

If you can love all who've betrayed you... you can taste sweetness in everything.

....it struck her that that perhaps everyone had the ability to see themselves in others. Even in the rocks. Even in the roses.

Love was not the point and pity was a poor man's pride.

She did not need anyone else's love when she had roses.

The only mistake you have made is asking the wrong question. It isn't about what you did wrong. It's what you have not yet done.