That Look

I had seen it before-that certain look in the eyes of two people who are in love with each other. It is a gaze between two people followed up with a smile. And, nothing need be said. Nothing. Because words sometimes don't belong. There are things that cannot be explained in words. Yet a warm glance sent halfway across a room of crowded people defies all commonsense conversation. It is understood only by the one for whom it is intended, and by the one who sent it. It is a look that seems to give real meaning to life, and the people who share it seem to radiate in happiness.

I think true love lasts beyond the years. And those who say they have seen theirs disappear perhaps never had it in the first place.

I knew it now, watching her come off the plane, scanning the crowd a bit apprehensively. She dragged her carry on just a bit, not knowing where to look-nor for whom to look. I had not told her of my plans, but I was nearly certain she would figure out that it would not be me picking her up.

I had donned a baseball cap, a ponytail sticking roughly out the back, and shoved my hands into an ordinary denim jacket. Flicking up my black sunglasses now and then for a better view of her expressions, she caught my glance. Caught in the act, I only shrugged and looked around. She knew we were both looking for the same person. And he was late.