An elderly couple sat next to each other—not deliberately close, but the way people sit who don't need to confirm their "togetherness."
He held her hand.
She leaned toward him from time to time and said something.

I noticed I was watching them for too long.

And I didn't look away—not out of curiosity, but out of some inner agreement with what I was seeing.

Because such scenes are almost never seen.

Not because people have stopped loving, but because few people reach this age with love.

Everything is different today.
We quickly become enamored, quickly disappointed, quickly abandoned.
It's important for us to feel, but we don't always have the patience to stay. But true intimacy isn't a culmination, but a process.

These are the years in which you continue to choose the same person, even when they change, even when you change.

Looking at them, I thought about my future.

Not a romantic picture, but a simple desire: to one day be with a man who knows me not in my best moments, but in my ordinary ones.

He saw my fatigue, my weaknesses.
And yet he stayed. Not out of habit, but out of a love that has endured time.

I so want to believe that this will be the case in my life...

Do you believe in lifelong love?