As night fell, the stars twinkled, I sat alone on a bench, looking across the tree at the busy street, holding a bouquet of white roses, looking at the knife in my hand, smiling, half self-deprecating, half frustrated, and cut my hand open, blood dripping on the flower, red, so beautiful, would he like it... The last look was the flower and a card with four words written in hand - I like you...
Concept: There is no distinction between men and women in love, there is only love and no love.