In Antoine de Saint-Exupery's popular children's novel, a young prince from a small planet falls in love with a flower. He thought it was the most unique and beautiful thing in the world, so he loved it.
When I read the book, I thought it was beyond the realm of silly. The prince was a person, and the flower was a flower. It's one thing to draw a sheep in a box, but it's quite another to be in love with an inanimate object.
But then I saw this rose.
And now I think I understand.
It just goes to show: Don't judge anyone else's love.
I don't know whose point I'm trying to prove with this.
