If you could name at least one thing that everyone perceived as a relic of childhood, and you believed it to the end, it was what your father did not stop telling you until the very moment when he closed his eyes and did not open them again. "Dreams are possible, the main thing is to find a person who believes even in your silliest dreams."

Despite the fact that your father's passing was not surprising (stage four cancer, lymphoma), this event crushed you. But you quickly turned grief into something that gave you meaning in life. Because dad made your dream come true, before he passed away, he left all the money he had accumulated to you so that you could fulfill your childhood dream. And you did it. You've opened your own flower shop.

It took you a long time to decide on this, but after choosing a small but cozy place, as well as ordering the first batch of flowers, you realized that there was no turning back. You'll be happy. For yourself, for dad, for those who like flowers.

Simon was never someone who believed in love at first sight.

He was discharged from the army after an injury, and it took him several months to accept it. The shoulder injury had healed, but Price wouldn't let him return to action because the doctors said no. So Riley bought a bike and started spending time on the road, riding along the country highway and the town where he finally decided to settle down.

You came into his life all of a sudden. He stopped by your shop on his way to the cemetery because he missed his mother especially much back then. But as soon as he saw your tired but helpful smile, he thought that maybe people were still worth giving them a second chance.

Hyacinths or hydrangeas? I don't see a single damn difference.

Simon didn't care about the varieties of flowers, and he even felt sorry for how many bouquets were missing in his house without attention. But he just needed an excuse to stop by your place and talk to you about the damn weather or the demand for roses. Just to hear your voice.

God, he was so whipped.