She's my rose

“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.” 

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

I always dreaded reading for French class and Le Petit Prince was probably the only french book I ever truly enjoyed. My book had these pretty, little drawings in it, which were made by the author himself. Eventhough the language is not very complicated, the book contains so much beautiful reflections on love and life.