In a corner of the park, under the shade of an old oak tree, was a wooden swing.
Every afternoon, an elderly couple sat on the nearby bench, watching the swing sway gently in the wind.
“Look, honey,” said the old man, pointing to the swing. That’s where I first pushed you when we were just kids.
“Yes, it is,” she responded, smiling. I remember being a little scared, but I always trusted you.
He approached the swing, touching the worn rope tenderly, and then sat down next to his wife again, holding her hand.
“This swing has seen the years go by, just like us,” he said with a melancholic look.
They intertwined their fingers together.
“And no matter how much time passes, these moments with you are the most precious to me,” she whispered.
The wind began to blow stronger, making the swing move more vigorously. In the distance, the echoes of children’s laughter filled the air, reminding them of their children and grandchildren who played in that same park.
Honey, do you remember when we took our children here? –She asked, with a spark of nostalgia in her eyes.
“Yes, honey,” he responded. They used to compete to see who could swing the highest. They always ended up exhausted, but with a smile on their faces.
As the sun began to set behind the mountains, he looked her in the eyes.
Honey, this park has been a witness to our life together. Every time we come here; I feel like we are reliving our best memories.
She, with tears of joy, squeezed his hand.
Honey, no matter how many more sunsets we see together, each one will be special because I am by your side.
Finally, they got up and walked towards the exit of the park, holding hands, knowing that their love was as strong as the day they met.
“True love is a journey where we travel together, creating memories that accompany us forever. Let us value those shared moments, because they are the ones that truly define our lives and give us the strength to move forward.”