by Samantha Vitale

Created on: November 07, 2010

Forever Love

The snowflakes gleamed and glittered in the pale moonlight as they sat in their usual spot. Talking and laughing, reminiscing of the old times. I couldn’t help but to listen and to watch them. How beautiful it was to sit in the park watching an older couple holding hands.

 She flipped her curly grey hair over her shoulder and glanced softly at me. Her blue eyes seemed to see right through me. It was as if she knew that I was listening. I watched them snuggle once more. It was as if it didn’t really mind her at all who saw them.

 They began to talk and laugh again while I sat and wrote in my journal. Letting out my normal every day life frustrations out on paper. Though, it was very hard to remember how frustrated I was after sitting there watching the older couple and listening to their conversation. “After all these years and I can still love you as if it were our first day.” She would say. He sighed and glanced at her, taking her into his arms as she snuggled closer to him.

 As I listened to their story more, it occurred to me that I was mad about nothing. My silly little argument with my husband meant nothing. What was I thinking? Walking off at dark instead of being home to take care of our children. I sat my journal down and stood up. Stretching off the uncomfortable bench. I saw the beautiful woman stand telling her husband to wait for her there. She walked over to me slowly and I grabbed my journal holding it against my chest. Feeling badly for intruding on their evening.

  “Are you ok dear?” she asked softly. The concern in her eyes made my heart feel a little lighter.

 “Yes ma’am. I was just taking a little stroll this evening”, the bitter air of winter making my breath catch.  

 “Would you like for my husband to get give you a ride? It’s awful dark and getting cold.”

I smiled at her hospitality but chose to decline. “I am sorry ma’am, if you thought I was being nosey earlier. I had a rather tough night and wanted to break free. I didn’t mean to intrude on you.” I admitted shyly. The woman looked at me, her ice blue eyes warming my heart.

 “Are you married my child?” she asked. It was as if she knew that I was having trouble with my husband. I merely nodded my head not daring to speak for fear of tears to return. She patted the seat on the bench and we sat together.

 “How long

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