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

Looking up he could just make out the sun through the branches of that old, stolid, solitary ash. She had always loved the tree, saying that her happiest memory was that warm, calm spring day when he'd finally gotten up the courage to ask her to marry him. He reached out and felt it, still there after all these years, the carving that they made to seal their engagement as he apologized for being too poor to get a ring. It was that same tree that she spoke of as she was dying in that cold, vapid hospital room.'What better headstone could I ever make?' he whispered to himself as he skulked away, rustling the autumn leaves with each step.
