What I Find to Be Most Romantic

I remember I used to take the public transport when I just finished school and started work. As usual, in the mornings I would take the East bound train to work. Getting into the crowded cabins at Lakeside was never an easy task. Especially when u have to stand all the way to Raffles Place.

This very morning, I sleepily stood in one of my usual cabins,with hands hanging on the railings supporting the rest of my languid body. Before long, I was abt to witness a scene so endearing and vivid that it remained forever in my memory.

There's this couple sitting just across from where i stood. Both of them were holding hands. Soon after, the gal drifted off to sleep while locking her arms around the guys' waist. He sort of provided support with his broad shoulders for her dainty head to rest.

Before long, he too began to slumber. A while later, she woke up. Seeing that he was still in dreamland, she smiled at his countenance, with his eyebrows knitted in a funny fashion. Somehow, he could sense that she was watching him and began to awake.

She began tapping her fingers gently on his knee, once, twice, thrice. He nodded with approval, as though understanding what she meant.

They looked into each other's eyes, and soon a smile began to form on both their faces. She then whispered into his ears. He couldn't really contained his laughter, with both now smiling sheepishly and smiling, even grinning from ear to ear.

Nothing unusual abt this scene, perhaps u might have seen it all the time. Just two more facts to add to this story.

His hair was already grey, with brilliant streaks of grey and white. Lines abound along his face, cracks too have made homes there. His used-to-be lithe frame now carries his 60 yr old body with much more fragility, much more carefulness. Hands strewn with sinews and veins protruding, he could have been working hard all this life.

Her hair, though long .. was pure white as snow. Eyes which might have been bright, now seemed dim in comparison. Wrinkles too can be found on her faintish countenance. U could just make out her dainty frame, she might have been pretty when she was young, with a terrific figure to match.

Well, to me, what I find to be most romantic is to be able to grow old together with that someone u truly love. Love takes time, to cherish, to nourish, to cultivate. And if u give love a chance, u will definitely reap what u have sown.

"The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them with our own image - otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson