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"its lovely dear, are these-" she cuts him off, "Iris'. its made from exactly 32 Iris flowers." she smiles up to him from resting on his lap, he smiles, "from the river we met, aren't they?" visions flood through his head of her walking out of her fathers car and them making eye contact, to their first date where he laughed so much they got sent out the restaurant, to the time she climbed through his window because his mother didn't hear her knock, all these memories rushing through his head he felt like he was no longer in the moment with her, he didn't realize he said the 3 words he was most afraid of, "lets go home"