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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2 hrs agoThere’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. 💛