Eternal Love

If I get married again, I want it to be the kind of love that anyone would admire.

Have you ever seen those old couples, who are still so in love, even after all these years?  That’s amazing, isn’t it?  I mean really, can you imagine how strong their love must be, if they still have such a bond after everything?

About a month and a half ago, I was standing outside a Rite Aid store, waiting for a Taxi.  Then an old couple (I guess they must have been in their 70’s?) came down the sidewalk in front of me, holding hands.  Their fingers were linked, husband entwining his hand with his wife’s, in a simple but widely recognized symbol of lover’s intimacy.  They walked slow, while they stared amorously into each other’s eyes.

I stood there, still, almost unable to breathe.  I don’t know why it affected me so much; nobody else seemed to notice, or follow my helplessly enmeshed gaze.   It was like watching two silver-haired angels pass by.  Their bodies appeared to be old, but in their eyes there was only youth and adoration.

Their undying love made them ageless.

I actually got chocked up when I saw that, and my eyes just filled up with tears.  They came streaming down my face, and people walking by looked at me funny.  I guess when someone has tears in their eyes, the last thing you expect to see is a smile on their face, lol.  But hey, it was a moment, and you don’t get many of those.  So why not indulge?

Then today, I was waiting out in the car, while my mother was in the store.  And I saw an elderly Asian man park his car beside ours.  The he got out, and walk over to his wife’s side, and opened her door for her.  He even held the door of the store open for her as they went in, and they were arm-in-arm the whole time they shopped.  I could see through the window.

Things like that just pull on my heart strings.  I can only pray to god that I live to a healthy old age, with a man I love, and we are still just as crazy about each other as the day we met.