Sometimes i think love is fake .
But then i think of my grandparents . They started dating in
highschool , got married in college , had 2 kids , adopted 2
kids , but even when they were tired and old , my grandpa
always managed to bring home flowers , or kiss her in the rain
. They always looked happy . You could just look at them
and you knew they were in love . They danced with no music , he
sang to her , they had simple days just sitting together by the
fire , he was lost in his world , she was lost in hers . One
year , we went on vacation .
My grandpa died a week before their 4oth
anniversary.
-She goes to his grave & sings
all the songs he once sang to her .
True love never dies
.
