I don't think this is about love lost it all. I think that they had both been hurt before- thus the line that's a road we each had crossed. Then, in April, they found with each other- the kind of love they'd been seeking all along. It renewed their belief in the possibility of real love- the promise of flowers. That love was resilient-and even when the rain AKA storms came they were able to laugh it off. And now their love has stood the test of time- it's almost summer and she's still standing beside him.
He put the Pieces of April in his memory bouquet because they were good memories. Now he's marveling at the fact that its a morning in May, things are still as good as ever
I don't think this is about love lost it all. I think that they had both been hurt before- thus the line that's a road we each had crossed. Then, in April, they found with each other- the kind of love they'd been seeking all along. It renewed their belief in the possibility of real love- the promise of flowers. That love was resilient-and even when the rain AKA storms came they were able to laugh it off. And now their love has stood the test of time- it's almost summer and she's still standing beside him. He put the Pieces of April in his memory bouquet because they were good memories. Now he's marveling at the fact that its a morning in May, things are still as good as ever