Their story, favored by the Goddess of Luck, has been passed down through the generations. Even today, in Europe, lovers in love will leave a handful of roses. The petals are placed in the Bible or made into un-withering Eternal Flowers. They pray to be as happy and fortunate as their forebears, until the end of time.
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Anna Jadwin caressed the edge of the exquisite wooden box engraved with her and Wayne Bailey's names, forever.
Wayne Bailey smiled and said, "Even the shortest-lived of flowers can become eternal. Is there anything in this world that cannot be everlasting?"
Regardless of how he changed, the one thing that remained unchanged was his love for her.
"I made this from the bouquet I used when I proposed to you."
Back then, she faced his wholehearted confession and agreed to be his. He took it as if the wedding had already taken place.
Only she had ever occupied the position of a wife in his heart.
"Wayne Bailey, I will cherish it. Thank you!"
