Somebody Remembers the Rose, While the other Forgets How it Grows

I saw P when I was getting off my bike at our street.  He was carrying a small sack.  I immediately thought it might be a treat for me but didn't want to assume.  I was starving but it was late and I didn't plan to eat.  It was a single carne asada taco!  A dream!  Better than roses, better than almost anything I could think of right at that moment.  And he took the time to put on salsa verde, the hot one, which he knows is my favorite.
Sometimes men don't suck.