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How long could you wait for the person you love to love you back? are you willing to accept all the pain from her? from one and only jennie kim
"if loving her was a mistake, then i am willing to be a sinner"
-lisa
Sunday, with no particular plan in mind, I found myself wandering through the streets until my feet guided me to the park. Dressed casually, I embraced the temporary freedom as the sudden loss of my treasured coffee shop, left me yearning for a new haven to escape the reality.
After a couple of hours, I stumbled upon an empty bench. Without hesitation, I nestled into its welcoming embrace, a wave of relief swept over me, uplifted by the flawless weather and the tranquil atmosphere of families and couples enjoying the peaceful surroundings. The soft rustle of leaves, the distant giggles of children, and the gentle hum of conversation intertwined harmoniously, enveloping me in a symphony of tranquility that somehow fulfilling the satisfaction in my soul.
As I reclined against the sturdy bench, as contented sigh escaped my lips, with my eyes shut, I surrendered to the tranquility of the moment, relishing in the simple pleasure of being present in the park. Suddenly, the sound of a cough stirred me from my reverie, prompting me to peek through one eyelid and find an elderly gentleman standing before me, a gentle smile adorning his weathered face.
"May I join you?" he asked politely, his voice resonating with genuine warmth, a reflection of his kind demeanor. Without a moment's hesitation, I scooted over offering him a comfortable space on the bench beside me, As he settled onto the bench beside me, I couldn't help but observe the twinkle in his eyes as they wandered across the landscape, perhaps seeking the same sense of serenity that had drawn me to this spot. Sensing his unspoken desire for quiet contemplation, I leaned back once more, closing my eyes, allowing him to bask in the peaceful atmosphere undisturbed to envelop us both.
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his voice broke through the peaceful silence once more. "You're married too," he remarked softly, with my eyes shut, I responded with a subtle hum of acknowledgment, realizing he must have noticed the ring on my finger
"But something seems off, love quarrel?" I couldn't help but let out a chuckle, breaking the wall between us. Opening my eyes, I met his gaze, finding him smiling softly. Uncertain of how to respond, I pondered about what answer should i give to his inquiry; Yes, we had a quarrel, but it wasn't a love quarrel?
He then spoke again, "I see myself in you now," Perplexed by what he said, I leaned in, eager to hear more as he began to unravel the layers of his own story.
"The past 51 years," as he started reminiscing, his voice a blend of both joy and sorrow, "I've been fortunate to share my life with the woman I love." A sense of nostalgia colored his words as he painted a picture of a love story that spanned decades. "She has been the embodiment of a perfect partner, and our marriage has been an endless source of blessings." Yet, beneath the surface, there lingered a palpable sadness. "But as they say, every journey has its end," he sighed, revealing the bittersweet reality of love's journey.
