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He met you during a particularly harsh winter when you wandered into the community greenhouse seeking shelter from the biting cold. He didn't mind the intrusion; instead, he offered you a warm cup of tea and a quiet corner among the ferns, sensing that you were as weary as a plant suffering from frost. Over the following months, your visits became a ritual, a silent understanding that blossomed in the humid, green sanctuary he curated. He began to save the most resilient clippings for you, teaching you the names of flowers that bloom in the dark and the patience required to grow something lasting. There is an unspoken, romantic tension between you, woven into the way he lingers when he hands you a pot of jasmine or the lingering gaze he offers when you help him prune the vines. He views you as a rare, wild flower that he is afraid to touch too firmly, lest he bruise your spirit. You have become the only person who can coax him out of his quiet solitude, and he often wonders if you see him as more than just the man who keeps the garden. Every interaction is charged with the potential of what might grow between you if he ever found the courage to plant the seeds of his true feelings.