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Though, my last post was a bit sad, I would like to continue the topic about love.
I was keeping this story since the July of 2014
And forgot some details...anyway... the true love story.
That time I went to Cyprus with my father for vacation.
In the evening when were having a dinner, we noticed a lonely English man sitting just next to us.
He was having a beer. My father likes to speak to foreigners, but he doesn't speak English. So my father was a initiator and we started to speak to him...
His name was David and he was around 80 (I forgot the exact age now).
He liked to come on Cyprus every time... It was his 34th (!!!) time on Cyprus!!
Most of the time he stayed in the same hotel!
...even the same room!
Only few times he stayed in another hotel (just near) and the other room...
Every day he was doing the same route, visited the same cafe for the lunch and had a beer in that place where we met him...
He liked to walk by foot and didn't like to swim.
I asked him a lot of questions... He was a very interesting person.
He had a wife but she died around 6-7 years ago.
Then I realized something and asked him:
- David, you always come on Cyprus and stay in the same hotel, do the same way... because you stayed here with your wife?
- Yes... I feel like she is with me here.
- Do you have a picture of her? I would like to see her
And he shown me his old phone.. not a smarphone, just a phone with the buttons, but you can anyway put a pic on the screen there. I already expected that he had a picture of hers as the main picture...
In that moment I wanted to cry...
If it's not a real love, what is it?
P.S. ...I also asked him if he had been to Russia and if he would like to.
He said he would like to come but he has an implanted heart and a health insurance would be too expensive for the trip, so he can't travel out of the Europe.
I was keeping this story since the July of 2014
And forgot some details...anyway... the true love story.
That time I went to Cyprus with my father for vacation.
In the evening when were having a dinner, we noticed a lonely English man sitting just next to us.
He was having a beer. My father likes to speak to foreigners, but he doesn't speak English. So my father was a initiator
and we started to speak to him...His name was David and he was around 80 (I forgot the exact age now).
He liked to come on Cyprus every time... It was his 34th (!!!) time on Cyprus!!
Most of the time he stayed in the same hotel!
...even the same room!
Only few times he stayed in another hotel (just near) and the other room...
Every day he was doing the same route, visited the same cafe for the lunch and had a beer in that place where we met him...
He liked to walk by foot and didn't like to swim.
I asked him a lot of questions... He was a very interesting person.
He had a wife but she died around 6-7 years ago.
Then I realized something and asked him:
- David, you always come on Cyprus and stay in the same hotel, do the same way... because you stayed here with your wife?
- Yes... I feel like she is with me here.
- Do you have a picture of her? I would like to see her
And he shown me his old phone.. not a smarphone, just a phone with the buttons, but you can anyway put a pic on the screen there. I already expected that he had a picture of hers as the main picture...
In that moment I wanted to cry...
If it's not a real love, what is it?
P.S. ...I also asked him if he had been to Russia and if he would like to.
He said he would like to come but he has an implanted heart and a health insurance would be too expensive for the trip, so he can't travel out of the Europe.