I saw the most romantic thing this evening.
I was sitting in a group of people, and everyone was talking and sharing. I happened to be next to a woman and her husband. They both had their legs crossed, in toward each other, I’m sure unconsciously. At one point, she kind of reached her foot, just a little, and sorta nudged his foot. He, ever so slightly, turned his foot in to meet her.
It was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen. It was so unobtrusive, so minute. I’m sure no one in the room noticed but me, and even sitting next to them I only saw it because I happened to be staring at the floor. I felt a little voyeuristic, even though it was just a little nothing contact. It struck me as such a private little moment between the two of them that spoke so loudly of their affection for one another, more so because I don’t think they realized they even had done it.
It actually made me cry. Just a little.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my own romantic future, and wondering what form it may take, trying to keep from having any expectations but still hope for good things. This moment, this tiny little nothing, is without a doubt the most perfect example of everything I hope for. It can take as long as it takes, but someday, I know I’m going to be sitting in some public place, and I’ll reach my foot and nudge my partner, and he’ll nudge me back.
Just a little.
And I’ll smile.
I was sitting in a group of people, and everyone was talking and sharing. I happened to be next to a woman and her husband. They both had their legs crossed, in toward each other, I’m sure unconsciously. At one point, she kind of reached her foot, just a little, and sorta nudged his foot. He, ever so slightly, turned his foot in to meet her.
It was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen. It was so unobtrusive, so minute. I’m sure no one in the room noticed but me, and even sitting next to them I only saw it because I happened to be staring at the floor. I felt a little voyeuristic, even though it was just a little nothing contact. It struck me as such a private little moment between the two of them that spoke so loudly of their affection for one another, more so because I don’t think they realized they even had done it.
It actually made me cry. Just a little.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my own romantic future, and wondering what form it may take, trying to keep from having any expectations but still hope for good things. This moment, this tiny little nothing, is without a doubt the most perfect example of everything I hope for. It can take as long as it takes, but someday, I know I’m going to be sitting in some public place, and I’ll reach my foot and nudge my partner, and he’ll nudge me back.
Just a little.
And I’ll smile.
