I love it when...

I love it when I see an elderly couple holding hands and gazing at each other with love. It gives me hope that all love is not lost, and it makes me feel less crazy for wanting to be married someday (emphasis on SOMEDAY).

At my high school there was an older couple, him a chemistry teacher and her a guidance counselor (my guidance counselor, actually), who would always walk through campus at lunch while holding hands. My girlfriends and I would look at them and coo about how cute they were. But really, if you think about it, you realize to still love somebody after decades of marriage, that have no doubt been filled with trials, frustrations, and moments of anger and sadness is deeply admirable.  THAT takes guts and determination.