I am as constant as the north star. Constant in the darkness, where's that at?

He bought me roses from a liquor store and offered them on bended knee, in the Mission after leaving the club. "Do... Do you... do you love me?" eyes downcast. "....No, no. That question isn't fair."Plucking a rose from the bunch of pretty young things, he said that we were just like the one in his hands. That we could choose to nip it in the bud, because it would die eventually. "But," twirling the lone bud in his hands, "I think it's beautiful the way it is."