when alan and i moved in together for the first time, we bought a lucky bamboo plant that we have since always referred to as the "love fern." (if you're confused, please see how to lose a guy in ten days. you won't regret it.)
it moved with us from apartment number one, where we lived for about 6 months, to apartment number two. at apartment number two, the love fern started turning brown and some of the leaves started falling off. we were pretty sure it was dead, actually, but being lazy college students (and hopeless romantics?) we postponed any sort of proper burial. after a while, the love fern turned green once again and regrew all of its leaves! it grew and grew and hasn't stopped growing since. we've now had the love fern for five-plus years and three apartments... it may seem silly but that love fern is a part of us, a part of our story, and we love it.
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