⛪️In the quiet corners of a Brooklyn neighborhood, an old man steps into a Catholic church. His name is Joe. The worn pews and the soft glow of candles bring? him comfort.

Every Sunday, he lights a candle in memory of his beloved Melissa.

⭐️As the flame flickers, his mind wanders back to their youth - days filled with laughter, stolen kisses, and dreams of a bright future. He remembers Melissa's sparkling eyes and the sound of her laughter echoing through their small apartment. The years weren't always kind to them. Joe worked tirelessly on construction sites, his body bearing the brunt of the harsh labor. Through the sweat and toil, it was Melissa who was his beacon of light. Her unwavering support, her tender love was his respite in the tough world.

Melissa isn't with him physically anymore, but in the soft glow of the church, in the quiet prayers whispered into the serene air, he feels her presence. He imagines her smiling at him, her eyes full of the same love that carried him through the hardest days of his life.

Life has taken her away, but her memory, her love, lives on in Joe's heart. And so, every Sunday, he lights a candle for Melissa, honoring the love that endures, the love that continues to guide him, the love that was his life's greatest blessing.