He waited for her.

Propped against a tree, he watched her meandering approach. She wore a flowing skirt and loose blouse. Her sandals dangled from her fingers.

He smiled. She was always barefoot. Once she was close enough, though, he could see the tears shimmering in her eyes.

"I'm such a mess." She laughed ruefully. "One awful boyfriend after the next and now a broken engagement..." She shook her head. "But through it all, you've always been there for me. Why? What could you possibly gain from this?"

He reached out and wiped the falling tears from her cheeks. "You."

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This drabble was inspired by a writing prompt I saw on Pinterest, which simply said, "He waited for her." And now, I think I may have a string of drabbles to follow in the "Love Is: ________" theme. We'll see where this takes us :)