This older married black couple on the uptown 1 train caught my eye. I assumed they just got out of seeing a Broadway musical based on the Jersey Boys Playbill in Husband's hand. (I am SO astute, I know!) Husband was really excited and was humming parts of the musical and happily pointing out actors in the Playbill to Wife. As the train rolled on he continued humming and eventually Wife started humming too. She was sitting next to me, and he was standing in front of her and I almost wanted to get up so they could sit together and cuddle. ALMOST. It was late and I was tired. Plus, who is to say they were even going to cuddle? I was probably over-romancing the whole scenario in my pre-conditioned Hollywood infiltrated boy hearts girl 4-ever-n-ever mind anyway. Then when a large person sat on the other side of Wife and she was noticeably squished, Husband asked if she was alright with a concerned look on his face. All I could think was dang, it's one thing to take care of your partner when you are young but to be that old and in love must take some work. A short time later, as I got off on my stop I turned around briefly, just long enough to notice Husband sitting down next to his mate, grasping her hand and Wife subsequently resting her head safely on his shoulder.



I am such a sucker for this crap.