The purpose of publishing history was to help people with the same tragedy.
One journalist shared a heartbreaking story, which impressed her so much that she decided to share her with everyone.
The only purpose of publishing this story was to help people who survived the same tragedy.
«Today I witnessed true love. Not the love that is inherent in youth. It was not a passion caused by raging hormones. It was not a love in which lovers simply love each other or crazy about each other. This love did not fit the description: They lived for a long time and died on the same day».
The journalist saw a man who lost not only a loved one, but all in this life.
Approaching the coffin, he kissed his wife and said: «I know that you don’t hear me», he whispered. «But I love you». After that, tears flowed from his eyes.
He spoke this phrase many times. However, that day he said this for the last time.
«I stood nearby, reflecting on true fidelity», April wrote.
The journalist emphasized that she would never forget what she saw that day – true, indestructible love.
«In such a world as ours, where vows are violated as quickly as they are pronounced, what I saw today is a rarity, treasure! This is the personification of love», April wrote.
