Monday, March 22, 2010

Skip this kalau allergic love love.

So self absorbed in my ways today, I almost missed at a chance that comes by pretty seldom. I saw love. Growing up under the HEAVY influence of princesses and knights in shining armor, I quickly was also in pursuit of 'happily ever after' for all the princesses in their pretty dresses ended up in a beautiful place somewhere somehow with their prince charmings.

Fifteen years down the road, with all the relationship problems of the 'real world', our minds our now flooded with the down sides of relationships. The 'happily ever afters' are, sadly, no longer attached to love stories.

Today, I saw love. This was the 'eternal' kind of love that I was a witness to. The kind of love that proves that maybe, just maybe, fairy tales do come true. This is the kind of love that is rarely witnessed and many times overlooked.

I couldn't help but smile as I watched a couple, well into their 70's I assume, as they sat comfortably on the train, side by side. They talked of things that made no sense, yet to them, they made perfect sense (Not like I understood the things they were talking about anyway). Moments later, both dozed off into a peaceful nap as they held each other's hand. And like clock work, they later woke up nearly at the same time. They sat there, content on just being together, side by side.

They sat in silence, no words needed. Just the re-assurance of being together, holding hands. She looked over at him, he winked, causing her to smile as a hint of pink rose crept into her pale, withered cheeks. The look in their eyes as they exchanged glances clearly spoke of the love they had for one another. She then reached into her bag and pulled out half a bun and further halved that and handed one half to the old man. As they sat enjoying their bread in a near unison rhythm, I witnessed him give her hand a tender squeeze.

Then, no words exchanged, the two, still hand in hand, dozed off again into a peaceful nap.

Tenderness. Togetherness. Understanding. The ability to be content side by side. That is what it's mainly about. Love is still remembered, even when other memories are far from the mind. This love I seen today, was one of the more beautiful love I have yet to witness. (never more than one's love for Him though haha).

The heart was beautifully crafted to hold the kind of love that is built around forever. I hope to be old and grey, sitting beside my true love, being content to just hold his hand. To need no words and to know by the look in his eye and tender squeeze of his hand that he still loves me and finds pleasure in being by my side after all the years have passed.

Aiyak so mushy pulak. I might muntah at my own post. HAHA. 

So friends, the moral of the story is... don't put your music on MAX and pretend that you are some hotshot rockstar while discretely banging on your imaginary guitar while tapping kaki loud-loud sampai makcik sebelah buat bunyi 'tsk tsk' and tarik beg plastik die kuat-kuat nak tunjuk annoyed.



Syahir Abu Sahmah said...

nice 1..
macik sweet..

Evana said...

hahhaha makaseh :)
makcik roti ke macik beg plastic bag :)

Amy Fareena said...

awww... this is a very nice story Evana.
i seldom notice things in metros.
or is it just that i'm the couldn't care less type. hahaha..