A cup of love
In a remote village where everyone knew each other, there was a small cafe between a bookstore and a flower shop. It was called Luna Light, and it was run by a quiet girl named Cynthia. Every day Cynthia brewed coffee and tea for the townspeople, always with a warm smile and a gentle word.
When her boyfriend left, he promised her he would return. Seasons passed, and then years also passed. The small town grew and changed, but Cynthia remained where she was waiting, and hoped for her boyfriend to return. People do ask her why she feels so comfortable in the village, and she would just smile at them and say it is because everything in the village is made with love.
The one spring morning, as petals floated on the breeze, a familiar voice like her boyfriend called her name Cynthia, and she turned, and there was John, older, weary, but with the same light in his eyes.
He said I came back and whispered your name, holding out a napkin with a sketch of the cafe and her smile drawn not from waiting, but from joy. You never left my heart she said. She didn't say anything, she just poured a cup of coffee, and this time, her hands trembled not from waiting, but from joy. Love had waited patiently and finally it had come back home.