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The old and the bench

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  • Dream Chasers

    There’s an old man who sits on the same park bench every morning at 7:00 AM.

    Rain or shine. Winter or summer.

    He doesn’t speak much. Just sips coffee from his thermos and watches the ducks glide across the pond. 

    One morning, I finally got the courage to sit beside him.

    We didn’t talk at first. Just silence. Peaceful silence.

    After a while, I asked, “Why do you come here every day?”

    He looked at me, smiled softly, and said,

    “My wife and I used to sit here every morning before she passed. She made me promise I’d keep coming... so she wouldn’t be alone.”

    I didn’t know what to say. I just nodded.

    But now, every time I pass that bench, I wave to him.

    And he smiles.

    Still keeping his promise.

    Some love stories never end.

    They just take a different shape. 💛

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