She would sit there, pulling the petals off of the flower for hours on end. One by one they would be plucked then fall hopelessly into the creek. Every time she came to the final petal, she would drop the remains to the once beautiful flower into the water and watch it flow down the creek and away from her along with the petals. . She went through countless flowers that day, the red roses, white lilies, tulips, the violets and even the innocent daisies fell victim to her pursuit.

She pluck all day and all night, but never once did she find the one petal that she desperately sought. Never once did she find the one that read He loves me.