Park Jimin one of the powerful, wealthiest men in whole europe got a power to bend down the whole universe infront of him on its knees but when the most powerful men in whole europe goes on his knees just to save his family, just to save his love an...
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I'm tired. Tired of losing the people who ever truly loved me - the ones who saw me, believed in me, and never once doubted me when even I doubted myself. And today... I lost another one. Another piece of my soul. Another person who played an irreplaceable role in my life. A man who held a place in my heart that no one, absolutely no one, will ever be able to fill again.
And if there's such a thing as the next life, then I wish - no, I pray- that they are my grandparents again. I wouldn't trade them for anyone else. Not in this life. Not in the next. They were perfect.
In every aspect of love, grace, strength, and sacrifice - they were the best this world had to offer. My grandfather lived a long, beautiful life... a life that he shared with my grandmother, the love of his life. She left this world earlier than expected, too soon - but not once did I ever hear him complain about that. Not once did he ask, "Why did she leave me?"
That's because she didn't really leave him. She left him with so much love- so much that it carried him through every sunrise without her, every lonely night, every quiet dinner table. And even till his dying day... he was never truly alone. Because that love never faded.
But maybe... maybe that love finally reached its end. Maybe today it ran out - because now, at last, he's reunited with her. I know it. I know she must've been waiting for him on the other side, standing there with that soft smile he always talked about. Because their love? It wasn't just real - it was a legend. A love story of their time. Of our time.
Grandfather always had a light in him. A warmth. Of course, he got angry. He was human. But even in his sternest moments, he never abandoned his values. He lived by principles that he refused to compromise - even when the world tried to bend him.
He never strayed from the beliefs he carved into his soul. Yes, he once seemed heartless - that was the man before her. Before grandmother walked into his life and planted light where there had been darkness.
He used to tell me stories. I still remember one in particular - when I had my first heartbreak and thought the world was ending. He sat me down, smiled gently, and told me about his own first love. There was a girl in high school - someone he once wanted to marry. But she betrayed him. She cheated. And after that, he said, he stopped believing in love.
Until your grandmother came. "She didn't knock," he told me once. "She just walked in, and before I knew it... she owned my heart."
She changed him. She softened him. She gave him a second chance at a kind of happiness he thought he had lost forever.
There is no better man in my eyes than my grandfather. There never has been. There never will be. He was, he is, and he will always be the man I look up to the most. The man who taught me the real meaning of life. He didn't just tell me to live by my own rules - he showed me how to do it, through the way he lived.
