Love Is Home

I took a trip once to see the world.

When I arrived home, I composed a story about love. It took 60 years to complete my story.

They were just two people together. The lady sat by the window and her husband sat next to her, in the middle seat of the airline. I sat on the third seat, the aisle seat.

They were two people who sat holding each other's hand all through the trip. They said few words to each other. They looked at each other as if they were scared either one would vanish. I was curious. I thought it was such a wonderful scene to write about, and to tell the world that once in a little while, there is true love, even high up above the clouds.

When the airline landed on its first stopover, I noticed the smiles on their faces. All through the trip, I noticed their hands were clasped together, hers and his in close love and sincerity. They looked at each other with love, not an adoration of each other but a deep love that gave me a feeling that they were in love, not only for the day but a deep love of the spirit and the mind for each other. I almost cried as I rememered my own love life.

She was a pretty, girl with loads of different expressions of love and adoration that showed in her eyes when she and he looked at each other. As well, his eyes replied with a love that made her feel the love he has for her, totally real. Sometimes they whispered words to each other; it evoked smiles from each other but mostly they held hands as they sat next to each other, as they enjoyed the little bumps the airline created as it flew above the clouds. He was solicitous when she seemed to be bothered by the noise of the airline's engines. When they whispered to each other; and through their eyes they looked at each other with a deep love that seemed to know no bounbds. Their eyes spoke a love for each other that seemed to grow deeper as they sat next to each other. There was a love through their eyes that know no bounds. Every time I stole a look at the girl and vice versa at her husband, there was a love there that seemed to know no bounds, that seemed to grow more as the minutes of the day pass by. I felt an utmost sincerity, a love and respect for each other as they looked and whispered to each other. I felt there was no need for either of them to say any thing, to let each other know of the love they have for one another because there was the love as they held each other, a deep emotion of love and respect for each other. The love was there, ever present, ever alive, ever burning for each other.

I felt strange and lost as I realized that there beside me sat two people who know they belong to one another; and that there was no indication at all that one day one of these two would leave, and through their parting, they would both know and realize the break down of a love so sincere, a love so great that if a break down does happens, that one or both would be so devastated and would definitely break down in the harshness of a misunderstanding, a quarrel or perhaps a death.

(to be continued)