“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you –the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she’s more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that […]
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Le Petit Prince

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“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you.
To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you
–the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she’s more important
than all the hundreds of you other roses:
because it is she that I have watered;
because it is she that I have put under the glass globe;
because it is for her that I’ve killed the caterpillars
(except the two or three we saved to become butterflies);
because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled,
or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing.
Because she is MY rose.”
― Antoine de St. Exupery

Is it psychotic to need him as much as she did? He made her feel like a jewel touched with care and love. He feared he was going to break her, what he didn’t know was that she was already broken, and that he always were and forever will be her fix. They were two lost confused souls that found each other, and in their shared life together, sin became a silent prayer, her body his temple, his blue eyes her anchor to reality.

No longer a child, not yet a woman, he taught her how to live, how to love herself, how to get past all troubles and accept grief and sorrow as natural sides of life. Their story was a lovely summer breeze, that no following storm could wipe its previous existence in their memories. Whenever she felt lost, she searched for him, he was her solace, her refuge, her one and only.

Love and compassion needn’t being said aloud, in stagnant syllables, tasteless and colourless. She felt it
in his smile, in his brooding gaze, in his respectful and judgment free persona. She had told him that night, that he was one exceptional person, he had made her speechless again reading to her to the roses passage from “Le Petit Prince” her favourite childhood book. In a way, she knew that they both tamed each other, that they were each in his own way, unique in all the world, and that when they were together, it was as if the sun came to shine on their lives.

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