innocent love

every morning on my way to work, I see this classic car, an 1950’s Ford Deluxe. I wonder about the person who drives it, what they look like, how they act. and it’s always gone by the time I get home at the end of the day. there is just something about it that draws my attention. this morning as I drove past it, I noticed two yellow-orange roses placed gently on the windshield. I thought about how sweet it was, and it really got me thinking about the simple things we do for love. it’s about doing things out of the blue, it’s about selfless actions. it’s gently pushing her hair out of her eyes, or fixing his collar. it’s finding roses on your car, finding him a first edition print of fight club, or waking up to breakfast in bed. it’s the things that make us smile, even if for just a moment. I love the unexpectedness of the roses. it may have been the driver’s birthday, a sign for good luck, or a simple gesture to say thank you. whatever it may have been, it showed signs of innocent love.