to be.

The look in the eyes of people in love. The shared glance at things that perk their attention. The dismay at things that bring disappointment. But the way their eyes revert to the other pair with the reassurance that they will always be there. My parents; the example I observe the most often. The shared smiles and the linking together of arms on a long walk or the way their hands find each other when they are driving. The unsung melodies of a story that deserves to have fairy tales written about it.