The other day, I was waiting for the train, on my way home after a long day at work. It was one of those nights when you just want to crawl into bed and hope you fall asleep immediately so that you don’t have a chance to think about anything that might keep you up.
As I was thinking about my day, how busy that whole week had been, and feeling spread so thin and run so down, the train burst through the track and its blustering winds whipped my hair in my face. It slowed down to a quiet, and I got on, still lost in my own thoughts.
I started to feel a real BUMMER MOOD coming on (as if it hadn’t already), when I opened my eyes and found right in front of me the sweetest couple ever. They were older women, probably in their mid-forties or early fifties, and I let myself observe them totally enveloped in their own world of complete sweetness. It seriously touched my heart so much I teared up. (I’m a total sap, we already know this.)
One of the women was sitting down, had sleek silver hair that was slicked up into a side-swept spike (total badass). And the other woman was so pretty, her short brown bob in old-Hollywood style waves, a nod to her retro cat-eye frames. Their soft voices and eyes only for each other…I felt like I was literally watching a love story! I know this sounds so cheesy, but I don’t care. I was having such a bad day, and this couple just completely restored my faith in life. It helped me remember that love like that exists, even as you keep growing up and life keeps moving on, and that just quelled all of my negative anxieties from the day.
To that couple…who will probably never even see this little blurb on the massive expanse of the internet…I still thank you. Thank you for still being vulnerable even in middle age, and never being too grown up to hold hands and have your smiles melt into each other’s hearts.