Bus rides and true love

This is an out-of-nowhere thought. I was making coffee earlier and I suddenly remembered something that happened to me a few months ago. Maybe the reason why I was reminded of it was because I was thinking about the exchange of texts E and I had last night before sleeping—but that’s another story.

Anyway, I remembered that a few months ago while I was on the bus on my way home, I sat beside an elderly couple. They were about 60-65, I guess. I had limited seating options so I sat on the awkward side of the bus—you know, the three-seaters that are actually just two-and-a-half-seaters in reality. So only half of my butt sat comfortably, but I managed not to slip out of my seat the entire one-hour ride. But that’s really not why I suddenly remembered that moment.

I remembered it because it was incredibly cold inside the bus, and the aircon vent was broken so there was only a gaping hole blasting out ice cold air. The elderly woman was sitting by the window so the air was directly blowing toward the top of her head, so I think she was really cold. She had her pashmina wrapped around her head and around her arms but it wasn’t enough. So her husband cuddled up beside her, put his arms around her and she buried her head in his chest.

It was incredible because I thought that kind of thing happened only in movies. I smiled at them and offered to switch seats with the lady (and sacrifice myself) so she wouldn’t be too cold. They smiled back and said they were okay. And they stayed that way—cuddle up in each other’s arms—the entire ride. And the lady didn’t seem like she minded the cold anymore.

The whole time I was sitting beside them I kept thinking how great they were and how hopeful I felt that couples like those still exist. I felt comforted at the thought that two people could love each other that much that long. I wondered if they knew when they were younger that they will stay in love that way until they were old, and how many older couples feel the same way. And I considered my own relationship and remembered that there are moments when I would look at E and just smile. And he would smile back and call me crazy for smiling for no reason.

And I think I understand. I’m sure of it. You can really love someone that much that long.

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