He was dating her for a while, being so happy that he finally found someone to love.
But a grim thought was in his mind for a while. Does she feel the same?
There was only one way to know that for sure, so he started picking his petals, one by one, while wondering "She loves me? She loves me not?"
When the last petal told him that she loves him, he became the happiest flower in the world!
But, how will she tell him that there's still one more petal left...?