It's the little things...

Route 387. Back of a crowded bus. People watching never gets old.

A well-dressed man stands in the aisle with 2 bags of groceries in his left hand while he uses his right hand to brace himself on the pole next to him. His girlfriend sits in the seat below holding shopping bags on her lap. As the bus momentarily stops, he reaches down with his right hand, fingers slightly curved, and lightly caresses her dark hair. She casually glances up to see the devotion in his eyes with complete contentment in his face.

Such a small, simple gesture. No one else on the bus may have noticed. But I did. And just like that... it took me back. And my eyes welled up with tears.