Man Waits At Bus Stop With Wedding Dress Every Day, Until Someone Asked Him Why

I can’t stop

He looked down, tears catching on his lashes as they rolled from his eyes. “Still, I sit across the street. I bring her dress, hoping something—anything—might spark her memory.” His voice trembled with the faintest trace of hope. “It might be foolish. Maybe it’s nothing more than an old man’s wish. But it’s all I have left now. Just this fragile hope that she will remember me again, even for a moment.”