He was sitting on the park bench when her car came into view. Just sitting. Not doing anything. She pulled up against the curb, and he hopped in.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” she said. He just laughed at her and shook his head.
She pulled back off into traffic but shot him that quizzical half-annoyed look. The one he knew so well. “So it’s funny to you?” she asked. “I am not always late you know.”
He look backed. “No. No, no. That’s not what I’m laughing at.”
“Yes, then? What?” she asked.
“I’m just amused by what you said. You apologizing. I was just laughing at the fact that you don’t really understand,” he said.
“What do you mean I don’t understand?”
He looked down. “It’s just that I don’t mind waiting for you,” he said. “I would wait for you forever.”
“Nuh uh. I do not take forever,” she said.
“That’s what I mean. You still don’t understand,” he said. “What I mean is that I was waiting to find you my entire life. Before you, that is all there was – waiting. And I really didn’t even know if you existed. But now I do and that makes it all worth while.” He laid his hand on hers.
“So I really don’t mind waiting for you now, because I know for certain you are out there and you are coming. I would wait for you forever.”
