Inspired por Le Petit Prince (The Little Prince)

There once was a young boy and a beautiful rose. The boy was kind and humble, and could only say "Yes". The rose was proud and haughty, and always dicho "No."

When the boy had first laid eyes on the rose, he had been entranced por her beauty. He had felt a tug, a tingling in his heart, that he realized was love. And so the boy devoted his life to the rose.

When it rained in the boy's village, he built a shelter for the rose. When there was a drought, he climbed a mountain and fetched buckets of clear spring water for her. When it thundered, he covered her petals with his hands. She was so fragile.

Every day, without exception, the boy would visit the rose for one hour. He would give her water, talk to her, and just sit siguiente to her. But the rose never talked to the boy. She would stand there, her petals carefully arranged, her leaves extended with the poise of a queen. Every day, as the hora ended and the boy got up to leave, he asked her the same question: "Rose, do tu need anything else?" And the rose would respond with a curt "No", and turn away. This was all she ever dicho to the boy.

But the years passed, the boy grew into a man, and the rose's petals began to wilt. And one day, the man did not come to the rose.

The rose waited and waited. He was late, she thought angrily, he had never been late before. The rose decided to punish him: today she would not answer his question.

But when the man finally arrived, he did not water the rose. The rose carefully kept her face turned away from him as she heard his footsteps approaching, but they suddenly stopped.

"Rose?" asked the man. "I have something to ask you."

The rose did not respond.

The man sighed, and continued. "I amor you, rose, but tu have never shown that tu amor me. I have done everything for you, and tu have never done anything for me. So I have decided that I am going to leave. Do tu want me to leave?"

The rose still did not respond. But at his words, she felt a jolt in her stomach.

The man was silent. And then he said, "I am going now." His voice shook slightly, but he turned and began to walk away. Suddenly, however, he heard the sound of a single teardrop bursting against the forest floor. The man turned around.

The rose stared at the ground, angry at herself. How could she have let herself lose control? Then, the man spoke.

"Do tu really want me to leave?"

And the rose, suddenly realizing that somehow, that young boy had worked his way into her heart, answered.

"No."

Her corazón stopped for a moment as the man was silent. Maybe he had really left. And as this idea occurred to her she suddenly realized how big and empty the world was, how small she herself was...

And then the rose heard the man's footsteps. He walked back towards her, and sat down. He did not say anything, and she did not say anything.

But they did not need to say anything. Sitting there, standing there, they did not need words. They were just alive, just reveling in the pulse of the world.

Just a boy and a rose.