On the day after a ruinous squabble, my dearest brought an armful of the dry flower to decorate our tiny house and gave me a beautiful rose.
The flower reminds me the last words of a proud rose, in my favorite episode of 'the little prince', and added “together", it became exactly my words to tell him.
And it also reminds me the lyric of 'the rose'.
Nobody knows our future.
He may not be my one.
Our relationship may wilt and die at last as well as this flower.
But there is a deep affection between us beyond doubt in our tiny, daily life and we long not to lose it each other now.
To have such a wish itself is so sacred, precious and blessed.
I will never forget this moment to the end of my life.