Sinister: Why are love stories only about falling in love?

[Sunny set]

“I said to her  ‘ahhh come on! Ok you want mystery! but you can’t spend you 
life with reactionary bastards! When some when opens their heart to you 
that’s a great thing you know?’’”

We laughed and nodded. It was past 5.00 , time to go home  and we were all 
listening to a the philosophy  from that self confessed “crazy guy from 
Pakistan”. He isn’t crazy, he just says everything he thinks.

He turned to me and said:

“I tell this to people who are younger than myself, it takes more brain 
power and a bigger heart to maintain the same level of intimacy with a 
single person than to play the same set of cards with different people.”

It made me think. I thought about my grandparents house in the town by the 
sea. I thought about the smell of the sea, and roses, and the freshly baked 
pastry. I thought about the dark green carpet, and the garden with shells 
dotted about and I thought about summer morning when me and my sister would 
get up before my mum and dad.

We would creep downstairs quietly and into the kitchen where my grandma 
would be at the sink peeling vegetables, or preparing a cheese cake or 
cutting jelly into cubes.
We would sit at a table that was just high enough for a 7 year old and a 4 
year old. My grandma brought her marmite on toast and sugary tea. We wore 
our nighties and brightly coloured straw hats that my grandma had brought 
especially for our visit.  My sister would do most of the talking  and we 
would sip  teas as we enjoyed the ambiance of Rainbow Café.

As we were finishing our tea and toast my Granddad would come down stairs. 
Each morning without fail, the first thing he would do was to give my 
grandma a kiss. When I was 7 I don’t think I took much notice of this. Just 
another one of the strange things grownups did.

I grew older and began to take more notice of this ritual. It wasn’t the 
kiss itself, anybody can kiss another person. It was the look in both of 
their eyes. A look of warmth and of love.  After all those years their love 
didn’t weaken or die. It was there bold as brass and as strong as ever.

The crazy guy from Pakistan isn’t at all crazy. He is right it does takes a 
lot of strength of character to maintain so much warmth over such a long 
period of time.
I just hope that I will find I have enough brainpower and a big enough heart 
to love someone for the rest of my life. I just hope I’m lucky enough to 
find someone who will look into my eyes and kiss me gently each morning.

Take Care,
Rachel

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