Every morning around 430am I go out for a walk, by the time I'm making my way home it's about 5am. Every night I see an old man sitting at the bus stop down the street from my house smoking his pipe and listening to an old cassette tape. I always walk by and we nod heads at each other and I continue walking. Yesterday as I walked past he said "good morning" I replied with a good morning as well. Today as I was walking on my way home he said good morning again, I stopped and sat down next to him. We both sat there quietly not saying a word him listening to his music and me doing the same, but tonight was different. I turned to him and I asked him why he was at the bus stop every morning at 5am, he put his pipe down took his head phones off, smile and said "my wife passed away 5 years ago. Every morning I'd wake up at 430 am get ready with her, walk her to the bus stop and wait for her to get on the bus to go to work. For the past 5 years I've been waking up, getting ready and walking to her bus stop, and every morning I listen to an old cassette tape with our wedding song on it and I watch as the bus pulls up, and I wave good bye as it drives away. It's my way of letting my wife know I'll never forget her, and I'm just waiting for my bus ride back home to her arms." I got up wiping the tears off my face smiled shook it hand and thanked him for his time, and Continued my walk back home. That is true love.
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