...like small kids whispering secrets to each other, as they are preparing to sleep.
...like a young couple in love, clasping each other's hands all the way.

i enjoy observing old couples in Perth. the elderly husband pushes his wife's trolley. they go out to buy groceries together. they take a leisurely walk in the park. in those small gestures, their love for one another just flows through and strike a chord in me.

i look at them, and then i often think: 'with so much love going around, the world probably isn't too bad.' then, i think of their kids and why they are not helping their parents out with the groceries. i feel the need to help them somewhat, because they remind me of my own grandparents. it's very strange, considering that i am not really close to my grandparents. maybe it's the guilt kicking in. 

to be able to find someone you love and he loves you back,
and stay together until each of you turns old and grey,
is nothing short of a miracle.