beau geste

She waits, patiently as before, for a grand gesture. This time he would burst through the doors with a fragrant bouquet of flowers that were already trimmed, nurtured and arranged into an expensive vase. Or maybe he'd come in with tickets to the opera, front balcony, where if she tipped her head, she'd drink in the entire theatre. Or maybe Tiffany's blue would be her color, when her greedy eyes devour the platinum weight of a diamonds. Three-stone setting and some smaller stones across the band, why not. Or maybe, this time, he'd come in empty-handed. She wouldn't mind, because this time he'd leave his wife. He would rush in and stay with her, forever. But that, she'd wait forever for.