I'll Still Wait for the Flowers to Bloom Next Year

I want to share a love with you that lasts, steady and unhurried.

I want us to watch the sunset by the sea, mist over the mountains, and the aurora at the poles. But my luck isn't very good. Lu Ji, maybe next time.

"Lu Ji, can you tell roses and wild roses apart? I couldn't before, and I always gave my mom wild roses thinking they were roses. She likes wild roses too, and she's always so happy when she gets flowers. I think I'll open a flower shop someday. I want my mom to be happy every day."

"I can tell them apart. You like wild roses."

"Lu Ji, my mom says, 'Gender isn't a barrier to loving each other.' Gender isn't, but fate is. Maybe I'm just too unlucky."

"Lu Ji, can I skip the hospital? I don't want to spend the rest of my days in a hospital bed."

"Lu Ji, don't cry when I die. Tell me you love me. I want to hear it."

"Lu Ji, I'm selfish. I don't want you to watch me grow cold in your arms."

(First-person story. This is my first time writing, so the prose isn't great. I'm simply writing it to make you cry.)

Theme: A love that lasts, steady and unhurried