In for the Rain: Short Stories, Our Lasting Love

Rose and tea for my dear. One of the things she always loves when I come to see her. We sit and chat after she tells me to stay awhile. I love to listen to her voice as sometimes I zone out and just to only hear her. When we stop to sip our tea, the serene of the quietness is something of a warmth. As the tea goes down it fills my soul. I love her so much.

We finish our tea and we go for a walk. Our feelings blossom brighter than the flowers around us. The morning glory leads a path for us. We watch them as we avert our gaze. A gentle breeze caress her and me. As the summer sun beats down upon us, we hold hands to the warmth around us.

We look at a fountain as we pass the park. We sit there and let our feet soak. We giggle together at each other’s jokes. A wish for the day to not end comes to mind. With another wish to just sit still. We gather ourselves and head back. We make one promise and that’s that our love will last.

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