Working the late shift at the supermarket, I had to fight the urge to change the slow music drifting through the loudspeaker. It was past midnight, and the music was putting me to sleep. I reached for the dial, but stopped when I saw them. An elderly couple, with the entire supermarket to themselves, were dancing down the frozen food aisle. They floated past the peas and corn, eyes fixed on each other. At the end of the lane, he dipped her. A tear ran down her cheek. Then she smiled and mouthed the words, “I love you.” It was a great day to be on the night shift. –David Yax
I wish you this kind of love.
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