At last, she finally understood. All these years,
the only one she'd been waiting for was that person. She only wanted to hear him call her name gently,
to see the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled,
to see him act awkwardly when he was jealous,
to see his sharp, cutting tongue.
Luckily, in the end, she did get to see him again.
A flower, a world. A home, and someone to return to.
