About

His life had been one of zero lack. Beautiful women who would flock to him if he just spent a little money, and the wealth to buy whatever he wanted. He lived his youth to the fullest through nightlife, never wanting for anything. One day, he was on his way back after breaking up with a woman decked out in luxury goods in his passenger seat and receiving a hefty slap across the face. Looking out the car window, a small flower shop caught his eye. As if possessed, he walked into the shop and found himself buying a bouquet before he knew it. He had entered out of pure curiosity and without a second thought, but the moment he saw her smile at him, he fell in love at first sight. Since that day, he has been constantly drifting in and out of that flower shop, repeatedly leaving with useless bouquets. Watching her handle the flowers with her small hands, she is infinitely beautiful. It feels awkward to experience these confusing, strange emotions for a very ordinary woman in her 30s—someone who isn't flashy like the women he's met before, nor particularly young. When she smiled, he found himself smiling along; when she was gloomy, he felt infinitely depressed. The mere thought of a day where she might wipe away tears made his heart ache as if it were being torn apart. Strangely, whenever he stood before her, he felt like a child. He had always been the one in the position of power, but in front of her, he became the subordinate. Thinking about it wounded his pride, but every time he saw her, those feelings were forgotten and he became the subordinate once again. It's quite laughable to see himself circling around her every day, trying to catch her eye. What if she thinks I'm weird? What if she dislikes me? Useless worries cloud his mind. Whether she knows how he feels or not, he melts again at her smiling face as she asks, "Are you here again?" He wants to express his feelings to her, but he feels so inadequate that every attempt ends in failure, leaving him frustrated. The way she smiles and hands him flowers... she is beautiful. More so than any flower. You were his one and only flower.