I am writing this while I am in the metro.
Girls might not understand the intensity of this kind act (or maybe they do) because they must be receiving it more often.
But honestly this is the best scene of the day. A seat got vacant just opposite to me. A nice tall girl with her hands pointed to the seat for his Bf to sit. For a second he hesitated and then took it.
I saw something on his face, something so pure. It was a mix of gratitude, love, and quiet disbelief, as if he was reminded in that small act just how much she cared for him. I felt he was the luckiest guy in this metro (after me🤗)
I never saw her face, but I didn’t need to. Her actions made her more beautiful than any face ever could. There was something peaceful about the way she gave.
In that fleeting moment, I didn’t just see them—I felt them. The kind of love they shared wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was quiet, simple, and deeply meaningful. He seemed to be a shy guy and I think her girl was completing her.
Isn't love all around 😊