In a small town, an elderly woman sat at the railway station every evening, clutching a faded blue envelope. Whenever a train pulled in, her eyes scanned the windows with a flicker of hope. As the engine roared and departed, that hope would quietly dim, yet she never left early.
One day, a curious traveler asked, "Who are you waiting for, Mother?"
She smiled gently and showed him the letter inside the envelope. It was from her husband, written decades ago during the war. It simply said, "Wait for me; I will return to this very platform."
Though he never returned, her wait wasn't fueled by grief, but by a timeless devotion. To her, love wasn't about the arrival; it was about the beautiful loyalty of keeping a promise alive.