Will you be mine?
The two hours went by rather quickly, and Brad and I gave each other a hug and went our separate ways. I had to make a detour to the neighborhood grocery store, so it was after 10 pm by the time I got home. As I walked out of the elevator and turned down the hallway, there was a strange illumination on the mat just outside my front door. As I got closer, it was a flashlight pointed on a single yellow tulip, with a hand scrawled note that read, “Thank you for shining some light on my day.”
I still have that flashlight. In fact, it’s in the top drawer in the kitchen of my apartment here in Stockholm.