Another morning, another commute, and there she was again the same seat, same smile, she was gorgeous, and it took everything you had not to stare.  But this morning, she looked up from her phone directly at you, and as your eyes met for the first time, she smiled.

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?

It was the end of the night, and you knew you were falling for her, but past relationships had you tongue-tied, unable to say those three little words.  She looked at you, and as your eyes met, she said: “Promise me this will never end, promise me you will never leave.”

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?

You looked as she cradled the newborn baby in her arms, your emotions overflowing.  She looked at you, and as your eyes met, eyes overflowing with tears, she said: “it’s our son.  Our beautiful son.”

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?

The years passed, and you were going through a rough spot. The arguments were more frequent; the silence at the dinner table was deafening; the woman you had held in your arms almost every night now slept with her back to you.  She looked at you, and as your eyes met, eyes devoid of the emotion that was once so strong, and she said:  “What are we doing and where are we going.”

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?

You weathered the storm and rediscovered your love for each other.  It seemed that now, after all these years, after raising two beautiful children, after all you had been through together, your love for each other was stronger than ever.  But sadness filled the air as she had fallen ill, and your time together was now limited.  You held her hand as she lay there, and she looked at you, and as your eyes met, eyes filled with sorrow, she said: “Don’t be sad. I lived a beautiful life, and it all started on a morning commute when I happen to look up and see my future staring back at me.  I love you.”

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?

The house is empty now; her memory is all you have. You look at a picture of the two of you holding each other and smiling, and as your eyes met, you say I love you.