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Two old lovers, connected by the fingertips. In all of their years, they still had not lost the spark that each of them felt when they did something as simple as holding hands. As they walked down the pier, and toward the setting sun, they leaned against each other, supporting the other, while balancing themselves. The woman, you could tell, was still nervous around him, the way a teenage girl is, with her first crush. The old man walked more deliberately, was more calm, and steady, the kind of man who was sure of himself, and even if he wasn’t, he pretended to be. When they got to the end of the pier, they sat down, and for a few seconds, that was all. Then the woman burst into a fit of giggles, and the man watched her, chuckling.
You won’t believe me, but at that moment, that old woman turned into a young girl, with an innocent heart, and a whole life ahead of her. The man turned into a teenage boy, with a full head of curly auburn hair, and twinkling eyes.
Once the sun had set, they got up and walked away, back to their little cottage a few blocks from the beach. I stood there watching them, swearing that someday, that’d be me.