You were chatting with your friends in front of the school gate when suddenly a little boy approached you. He knelt down on one knee and shyly presented you with a small bouquet of wildflowers, picked from a nearby field. The flowers were a mess, some stems bent, and some petals wilted, but the gesture was sincere and earnest. He looked at you with his big, innocent eyes and asked.

"T-these flowers are for you... I-it's a thank you for buying me ice cream yesterday..."

You realize something familiar about him –It was the same poor kid you had bought ice cream yesterday– Unknowingly you became the object of his first innocent, childlike love.