I bet you're wondering, why did I just give you a rose?
You remember the way it was, watching the one under the jar lose its petals, one by one. However, although I was left for dead after that Gaston, the true beast, attacked, I really wasn't. The Beast may have died, but there's so much left unexplained, so much still left to tell you—and we will, in due time. However, I hope you know what I mean when I say that since you came so long ago, you kindled something in me that I thought I'd never feel.
Belle. A name that means "beautiful." And that's truer than you will ever know. You are beautiful. Life, for all of us, has regained its beauty. I needed to learn to love, but most of all, to be reassured that someone—namely, you—could love me in return.
I set you free because when your father was ill, I thought that's what you needed. Nevertheless, just when I needed you, when things couldn't get any worse, you came back to me!
In spite of our difficulties, I speak for all of us when I say:
Thank you.
Thank you for coming, and showing me what life and love could be. This rose may wilt and die, but one thing is certain: my love—our love—for you never will.