You are my favorite flower.
I'm not sure how I found you.
I'm not used to having to care for such a beautiful and soft and tender flame.
(As we've heard, I used to live in the desert.)
I have hurt you, and it has startled me.
Your pain feels like my pain, and it's been disorienting.
I'm sorry I'm not getting it.
But I swear your patience is worth it.
This year I'm going to show you.
This year we're going to grow.
You're going to believe me.
You're going to trust me.