Straight Leg Jeans

I look up and there she is striding determinedly towards the bench beside me.  She's a lithe little lady with long straight brown hair and pouty heart shaped lips.  She's wearing straight leg jeans.  Her sullen expression is a severe contradiction to the essence of their approaching rendezvous.

There is a black and white postcard protruding from her pocketbook.  I can only see half of the image, but from what I can see, it appears to be a couple in a romantic interlude.  I am distracted by a group of tourists milling in the square.  As I'm watching the scene, I see this blur pass by.  I re-focus my eyes and it is the girl  in the straight leg jeans in an embrace with a handsome man in a suit.  I suspect they haven't seen each other in forever. It feels like they are suspended in time.  Admist the commotion in the square the only palpable moment is the intimacy of this couple's embrace. His eyes reveal how desperately in love he is with her.  The type of love that hurts and makes you shudder inside.  He cups her face and brushes his lips lightly against hers.  They walk away holding hands.  

It is moments like these that make me realize how truley precious life really is.