I remember I went through a lot of trouble to buy two tickets from a scalper and excitedly told Joanna.

But Joanna coldly said she wasn't in the mood.

Since then, I never mentioned it again.

But now that Liam had two tickets, she was in the mood.

Indeed, they were true love.

I was just an outsider.

About an hour later, Joanna called me, "Didn't you see the gift on the desk?"

"I saw it."

I replied.

"Don't you like it? It's the airplane model you've always wanted."

Joanna sounded puzzled.

"Oh, I haven't opened it yet."

I nodded.

Airplane model? I used to like it, but later Joanna said it took up too much space and was something only nerds played with.

So I sent all my models back home and never bought new ones again.

"Are you still mad? Don't be so petty; I've said it..."

Joanna started explaining.

I interrupted her, "No need to say so much. I understand; you two are best friends."

Joanna on the other end of the line was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly hung up.

I wondered if Joanna was mad. No, before, when I made a fuss, she always found it annoying.

Now that I wasn't making a fuss, she should have been relieved.

Maybe she was laughing after hanging up.

But it didn't matter; it had nothing to do with me.

I didn't want to let Joanna affect my emotions anymore.

That night.

When Joanna came back, she was holding a bouquet of pink and white roses. Seeing me in the living room, she slammed the roses in front of me.

There was an open card on it, saying, "Happy 7th Anniversary of Our Meeting!"

There was a little heart drawn at the end.

Without Joanna saying anything, I knew it was from Liam.

Because Liam always sent pink and white roses.

I always sent red roses.

I used to send pink and white roses, but Joanna said she hated them and told me not to send them again.

She was mad at me for a whole day because of it.

Later, I saw Liam give Joanna pink and white roses, and she was very happy.

I questioned Joanna, and she denied saying she didn't like pink and white roses, saying they symbolized pure love.

I was silent then and finally understood a simple truth.

It's not the type of flower that matters, but the person giving them.

But now, I felt no anger.

"Help me put the flowers in a vase."

Joanna raised her chin, arrogantly ordering me.

"Okay."

I nodded, got up, took out the flowers I had given Joanna before from the vase, and threw them in the trash, replacing them with the pink and white roses.