Love is patient, Love is Kind

He told me to wait here at this very restaurant. It’s been over an hour now. Where is he? It’s pouring down heavily. He didn’t get into any accidents, did he? I hope he’s okay.

“Patience my love” is what I heard, as if God has whispered it to me.

I soon found him standing outside the glass door, dripping wet from the rain, holding a single stem of red rose. I quickly ran over to him, wiped his face dry, with the floral handkerchief he gave me a few years back.

“Sorry I’m late. I walked passed a flower shop and I saw this. The rain stared pouring so...” he trailed off

“It’s okay. I understand. But still, you didn’t have to get me this” I replied

“For you, I’ll do anything” he declared, planting one on my lips.