I’m grateful for every new week that I get to spend with the woman I have loved my entire life.
I saw this man on the Metro this past Monday, and asked him who the flowers were for. They were for his wife. They’ve been married for 47 years. FORTY-SEVEN. Every Monday, he brings her home flowers after work. My heart died at that moment.
Figured I’d reblog this considering I just spent the last 15 mins. crying hysterically and thinking about what would happen when this woman passed.
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I saw this man on the Metro this past Monday, and asked him who the flowers were for. They were for his wife. They’ve...
Comentario culiao que cago toda la emotividad de los dos comentarios anteriores.-
El viejito debe decir ‘hoy culeo’.
oh ctm que hermoso :’)
Oh my god, my heart dropped and fluttered everywhere.
so beautiful :’)
