[ CW ] Tell a love story , including a plant , in 5 sentences .

While most find their first love in a coffee shop, or perhaps a restaurant, I first discovered mine when I caught a glimpse of her wandering around the old willow tree, and I fell in love, her wavy brown hair falling down to her slender torso, and her green - I believe it was the shade of the grass in my grandmother's backyard from when I was a child - touching lightly on the whites, like two intricate pools of dye being splotched into a milky solution. While I may have been not past the age of thirty, I was absolutely sure of our connection; her beauty was not the only thing I found particularly pleasing about her. When I first began discussion with her, weeks after I first saw her picking daisies from the base of the tree, she spoke in a soft voice, one that seemed to quietly scream in my ears, the sweetest sound I had ever heard, although one of rejection, and I sulked for ages. While it took me months to regain my strength, I began picking the varieties of flowers scattered around the stump of the tree, a few daisies there, a rose there, oh, look, a lily. It was a year after that night that I delivered the flowers to her that we carved our names into that very tree.
