“You compare yourself to roses a lot, Asmo. I wonder...what kind of flower do you think I’m like?”
Asmo tapped a finger on his chin, humming in thought. “I suppose I think of you like a dandelion.”
“Oh,” you murmured, doing your best to keep from deflating. Weren’t those commonly thought of as nuisance weeds? “A dandelion? Why’s that?”
His finger stilled, resting on the side of his jaw. “Why, it’s because you’re incredible, love! You’re bright, cheery, warm, and never let anything get you down. Then, when one gets to know you better…” He moved his hand to caress your cheek with a brush of his knuckles, the look in his eyes leaving you feeling warm with the affection openly shining from them. “You absolutely bloom. Beautiful. Delicate. Soft. Hopeful. People place their wishes on you for a better world.” He leaned closer to press a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. “All the wishes I could ever make have been fulfilled because of you.”