I was leaving the grocery store parking lot when I noticed an older gentleman, perhaps in his late 70s, early 80s, walking gingerly across the snowy parking lot with a shopping bag in one hand, and a small bouquet of flowers in the other.
And I thought to myself, true love.
Two minutes later I was stopped at a red light and I saw a young man, maybe 15 years old, coming out of a drug store carrying a small bouquet of flowers.
And I thought to myself, first love.
Is that what the older gentleman was like at that age?
Would this young man grow up to be like the older gentleman?
Did the flowers have something to do with Valentine’s Day, or was it just because they felt like giving flowers?
So many questions, without any answers.
But I do know one thing – I need to step up my game…