On my way to the flower market, I saw an old man sitting alone on a bench, clutching a bouquet of nearly wilted roses. He said he comes to sit there every day because that's where he proposed to his wife all those years ago. I couldn't help but walk over, and with my ability, I brought him back to that very first corner where they met—then quietly placed a freshly picked white rose in his palm. His eyes turned red, but my heart felt so warm it could melt. Love never asks for a deadline—only for how true it is. 💍🌹