young couple

 

In a restaurant, you observe young couples and remember.

You remember a place, you and another, a place not so fancy, but you two were a young couple in love. The food, the place, the money, none of that mattered. You two were priority number one to each other. Family did not matter, work, ambition, none of that mattered. You felt safe and loved.

You are woken from that reverie. 

"Stop ogling at those young couples."

You laugh. 

They ask, "What were you thinking?"    

You say, "Old stuff."

They say, "Whatever."