I sat across the table from one of the coldest couples I know. And when I say cold, I mean towards each other. They’ve been married for over 40 years, but have simply become roommates.
We shared a meal together and the more we talked the more lifeless the conversation became. I decided we needed to make a turn fast before I ended up falling asleep in my soup.
So tell me, how did the two of you meet?
They laughed bashfully, looking at one another. The years of young love were long gone and the distance between them caused a reluctance to revisit those memories. But to oblige their guests, they finally began the narration.
I expected them to be terse in their description, but I soon found myself sitting on the edge of my seat full of anticipation. I had a million questions, but held my tongue as to not interrupt the natural flow of the story. More than that, I didn’t want to interrupt what was happening before my eyes.
They were actually warming up to one another, laughing in ways I’ve never heard. I even caught a glimpse of him caressing her arm. I was shocked to say the least. I think there was a smile plastered to my face the rest of the conversation.
This experience taught me a lot. It taught me the importance of telling your love story. There is power in returning back to those first days of your relationship. Don’t let that story get stuck on a shelf and covered with cobwebs. Share it with others. Revisit it with each other. And I guarantee it will keep your love alive.