What they dont get is that I know Its a weed. And I want it in my boquet anyway. Have you ever seen how a dandelion can grow up through the smallest crack in the sidewalk? And according to all logic, that flower should not be there. Among the tough concrete. But its there and it survives. And its beautiful. It gets through it as a seedling, and it grows, and it becomes something beautiful. Thats what I want my love to be like. Just like that dandelion. Beautiful, and yet stong enough to get through the tough stuff. Through the concrete. Thats what all of these people, the florist, my own mother, dont understand. They dont see how beautiful it is.