"And I am willing to figure it out for the rest of my life, to meet you in the end."

You know I love looking out the window when you drive us past the florist nearby and give me a riddle of what flower you gonna bring for me next week.

“It’s pink? Rose?”

And finally, the day comes when you are standing at the end of the corridor, a book and a small bouquet of flowers in the other hand.

“Admiration, gratitude, and appreciation. You name it.”

Because you know I love to explore the language of flowers, but I’d more love to explore the language of you.

Your love language speaks volumes through gestures and symbols, like the flowers you choose; I'm eager to decode the intricate layers of your emotions and intentions, just as I unravel the meanings behind each petal you offer.

"I love you, you know it right?"

"I want to know."

I want to know you, know how the world going through your eyes. How do I look?

Perhaps, you see beauty in the simplest gestures and find meaning in every detail, just like the flowers you choose for me. Or, what you see is how cruel the world is, how people wear their masks to disguise their impurities.

Sometimes, I might be clueless. Stuck in the middle of our maze to know what you want to say. You want to get to the right, but I can't read between the lines. And at the end I waiting for you, never knowing that you take another path from my shoes standing now.

So do you, I don't know occasionally I feel like I don't fit here. Apparently, I'm just a shadow. Or did I? Did I still can walk beside you when there's no trace of me? It's like navigating through a maze where the paths keep changing, and even though I may not always understand your intentions, I am willing to walk beside you.