It wasn't a big city. Nor a famous story. Just a quiet street and two chairs on a bench. There, without searching, Google captured more than just coordinates: it captured a love story that had been disappearing over the years... like the autumn leaves that no one picks up.

In 2015, an elderly couple appeared sitting in front of their house. They didn't need much: just to be together. She in her dress, he looking straight ahead. There was something eternal in this simple everyday life.

2016 brought the same scene. Two lives crossed for decades, accompanied in silence. These images didn't say much... until they stopped repeating themselves.

In 2017, something broke: he was no longer there. She was. And although she continued to sit on the same bench, her loneliness was impossible to ignore. She stayed there... as if waiting for time to turn back.

In 2018, the door seemed more open than ever... And yet no one came out of it. She no longer looked forward, but into the void.

The kind of emptiness that only those who have lost someone who was their everything know.

In 2020, the camera caught him once again. Thinner. More fragile. But he's still there. As if every year he's been waiting for him to come back with the next shot.

2021 was different. She looked smaller, almost melted with the chair. Love can sustain us for many years, but the body sooner or later gives up.

In 2022, no one was there. Just the closed door. Maybe they finally met again. Maybe the wait was over.

2023 showed signs of oblivion. The chairs were piled up. The paint was faded. As if the house was also in mourning.

And in 2025... there is no more house. Just the land. And a story that was never told out loud, but that Google saved by accident. Or by fate. Because, sometimes, the most real, the most profound, is not published or made viral.

It only lives in the memory of those who look with their heart ❤️🕊️