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WHere😔

They sat on the same park bench👭 every Sunday for fifty years. He would bring her a single yellow rose, and she would tell him the same stories about their youth, her memory fading a little more each week.
One Sunday, he arrived with the rose, but the bench was empty. He sat alone, clutching the flower until the petals began to wilt. He realized then that the hardest part of their "forever" wasn't her forgetting his name—it was him having to remember everything alone 🚶.

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