07/05/2025
He always sat on the same park bench, rain or shine.
Every day at noon, without fail, a little thermos of coffee, two cups.
One day, a young woman jogging stopped and asked, “Are you waiting for someone?”
He smiled. “I was. For 43 years, she met me here for lunch. Every day. Until last spring.”
The woman went quiet.
He continued, “I still bring her coffee. Just in case she’s late.”
The next day, the jogger came back — not to run, but to sit.
Two strangers. Two cups. One story.
They now share that bench every Tuesday. Because sometimes love doesn’t end — it just invites company. 💕
