The beginning of love is like a Cherry Blossom; it is beautiful in appearance, smells sweet and is always something admirable to look at.

But..

When the blossom wilts away, it can go two ways:

It can bear fruit, or it can be fruitless

And Dead.

A relationship is the same: effort must be put into it once the flower, the puppy-love exterior, is blown away by hardships and struggles.

Only the fruit remains if it’s done right. A sweet, plump, succulent cherry.

But if the wind is too strong, and the cherry is too small,

It may fall from the tree, and grow rotten.

Love is the same.

Love.. is exactly the same.

" I will call you... Hana Hana."

"Why's that? My name is only Hana, Jung Hana... Why do you say 'Hana' twice?"

"You really want to know?" he asked, and you nodded your head twice.

"Hana.. There are two meanings in your name that I love the most; Hana means 'one', and Hana also means 'flower' in Japanese."

"N-Ne? I still don't get it..."

"How can you be this stupid..? Think by yourself."

Then you pouted, and he let out a small chuckle.

''You're my Hana Hana...'' He smiled and looked at you with his soft eyes.

"My one, and my only Flower.''