And he sank into reverie, which lasted a long time. - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

You're beautiful, but you're empty...One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass, since she's the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose.

"Of course I love you. It is my fault that you have not known it all the while" (the flower to little prince)

I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings.