His lips on hers, her lips on his. Their kiss was full of youth, full of love, and full of joy.
Slowly they stepped backwards, feeling the tingle on their lips. They opened their eyes, which had been closed during the embrace and slowly raised their looks. Sparkling eyes of lovers met. Their hearts were beating in unison.
He dropped her hands, took a step backwards, and drew a deep breath. She smiled at him knowingly.
“I love you!” she mouthed.
He stepped closer to her again, and whispered some sweet words into her right ear. She giggled like a young girl.
She did not want to let go of his hand, nor did he. For a minute or so they lingered, looking at each other with a mixture of joy and embarrassment typical for young lovers.
He had to go, leave her behind. He dropped her hand with a sigh and turned around, she turned her back to him too and started to walk away. Suddenly she stopped, turned into his direction and followed him for a few steps. He too turned around and smiled at his wife of the last 50 years who blew him a kiss.
Love can be young even when you are old.
A few months ago, I saw an old couple who seemed so young, their love was vivifying them. It looked as though they were freshly in love, but who knows maybe they have been together for more than half a century? The moment I saw them, I knew I had to write about this little moment.
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