“No. Because it taught me that even if things fall apart, they can bloom again next season. Just like us – even though we met late, this love still bloomed in time.”
“And we will have many more autumns, James.”
Around a year later, James recovered fully. He started working again, and we turned to the usual routine.
People sometimes ask me, “Sarah, have you ever wished you had met James sooner?”
I answer, “No. If I had met him sooner, I might not have been hurt enough to have understood what true love is.”
And then the day came when James started feeling unwell. His breathing slowed down, and his health deteriorated.
One morning, I held his hand and said, “Don’t go, James. I haven’t finished making today’s tea yet.”
And he smiled for the last time. “I smell cinnamon… that’s enough, Sarah.”
James closed his eyes for good, and he left this world with a smile on his face.
It’s been a year since James passed away, and I still live in our small wooden house and still make two cups of tea every morning.
“James, the tea is ready,” I whisper to the wind. “The maple leaves fell a bit early this year.”
What I understood is that love doesn’t have to come early. It doesn’t need a perfect wedding and a perfect venue. All love needs is the right person, a cup of tea in autumn, and a lifetime of moments to remind you that you are finally where you belong.
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