I went to my grandpa’s grave today with my parents and grandma.

When we got there… after 10 minutes or so, my grandma silently started crying.

Call me weird but I found that truly beautiful.
My grandpa died 14 years ago and yet, my grandma’s love for him never wavered. I will never know what went on inside her mind at that time… it could missing him, longing for him, sadness, feeling of being alone. It could be any or all but what I got from it is that their love for each other, tested by time but now is being tested by something greater - life, and she still holds on. Her shedding those tears for the man she has loved more than half of her life despite of him being gone for so long means she never forgot, it means she is still in love with my grandpa.

Holding on can be beautiful if the person you’re holding onto loves you right back. Sometimes I wonder how it would be if the world didn’t take love so lightly and finding the very person you’d spend your life with is a life decision rather than a trial and error gig or something “just for fun”.

I pray to God that when the time does come, the love I will live with that girl will be the same as my grandparents… something that never gets old.

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