Devotion.

With the odd schedule that accompanies my job, I find myself riding the bus at 6:00 in the morning occasionally. And on those days, I get to witness Love, with a capital 'L.'

There is a man that rides the same bus I do on these occasional days. He's tall, dresses cleanly and respectably, is black, and looks to be in his early 30's. Every morning, he stands and waits patiently for the bus.

There is a woman who also waits patiently for the bus every morning. She's a little shorter than I, looks as though she's wearing her pants on over her pajamas, wears plain white shoes, looks to be in her mid-40's, and has an overall feel of frumpiness to her.

These two don't really interact while waiting. There is no holding hands, no kisses, no fond looks (they hardly look at eachother). But at about 6:05 (three minutes before the bus arrives), she turns to him, and him to her, she smiles, waves, (occasionally gives him a peck) and runs back across the street (five lanes of traffic) and into the apartment complex. I often watch these two from the corner of my eye. I don't mean to be rude, but it's an interesting situation.

I find the situation interesting because I can't tell the what the relationship between these two is. Are theyHusband and wife? Neither of them wear any rings that I know of, but they usually keep their hands in their pockets. It's been a cold winter... Mother and son? Lovers? Brother and sister? Hell, in this city, it could be a pimp and his ho.

I had a huge urge to ask this morning what was going on. But I am honestly afraid that they are a pimp and his ho, and that would just ruin the magic for me. In my mind, I've got this fantasy where they are husband and wife, completely devoted to eachother. He has to be at work early, and she wants to spend as much time as possible with him, so when he's done showering and dressing, he wakes her up, and starts making breakfast, while she gets dressed enough she doesn't freeze. After breakfast, they walk down to the bus stop, and spend what time they can just being in the presence of eachother. But alas!, she has to start getting ready for her day, and has to go home.

Yeah, I know.... sappy. But still. I wish I had someone that devoted to me, to wake up at five in the morning, just to spend time with me. That's why it's called a 'fantasy'. Because it's likely to never happen, unless he also has to wake up at five for some reason.

Don't get me wrong; Leo and I love eachother, and love spending time together, and, again, I realize that five in the morning is waaay too early. (A favorite saying of mine, usually heard around 10 'o-clock, is "...No one should have to be awake at this Godforsaken hour...") But it feels that a quick, "I-love-you-have-a-good-day" and a small, half-awake kiss just isn't enough to last through the long, eight-hour workday. IDK, maybe I'm clingy?

I'm going to commit to writing at LEAST once a week, on something... Whether it's just a rant on my day-to-day life (buses, ferrets who don't know what "no" is, cigarettes, Obama, ect.), noting little miracles (gotta love the little things), or giving my opinion on an article. TTYL.