the most romantic thing...

dedicated to the most romantic uncle...:)

today,he's here again sitting at the usual seat and eating from the store he always did.

it was nothing unusual for him,everyday he does that but in the eyes of the young lady who was watching.. it was the sweetest thing a man could do.

he would be there more than an hour before she finishes work at 930pm. he would eat his dinner and occasionally run a few errands at the nearby supermarket but he would always comes back promtly to wait for her..

no signs of impatience can ever be detected from face though it was clear that he had a day of hard work. he would just sit patiently and watch her.it was as if he can't bear to have her leave his sight. more so, it hurts him that she have to work so hard.

sometimes while looking at her, memories of their younger days flash back..time have left signs on her face but to him it was the same her that he knew 20 years ago.one day, he always though to himself..one day when the 2 boys get a little bit bigger then she won't have to work so hard anymore..

day in day out,he would just wait for her to finish work and fetch her home.he would just sit,and watch and allow all the nolstalgic feelings to flow..when she's done,he would just happily fetch her home.

and tomorrow he will be here again..at the same spot,eating from the same stall and watching the same woman he fell for 20 years ago..

the young lady just watch and can't help but smile..:)

the love of the uncle who has a 21 years old son really touches her...:)

the most romantic thing is growing old together...

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