I am on my journey back from Europe in the KLM flight 0621 heading to Atlanta. Lately I have been thinking about Heather and I in the future. My expectations in a relationship have been shivering to come out and be expressed. The thing that finally brought me to write this chapter was seeing the couple in the plane who were seated next to me. They seemed to be around there sixties or so and from what I could see they loved it each other very deeply. They had walked into the plane as I was talking to Heather on a skype call before departing Amsterdam for Atlanta. He was a very fragile old man, distinguished hair as his dark hairs turned grey, who walked with a set of crutches after his wife. The wife appeared younger then him. Her hair was lightly blonde and slowly fading into a grey scheme just like her husband. She was doing a lot better then her husband. She told him to go around the back to get to his seat which was one seat away on my left. She helped him sit down and made sure he was comfortable before seating herself. He also seems to have a back problem so she asked for pillows for him to rest his head on by leaning forward. I gave my pillow yo the man also because I never use the pillow they give out in flights. I figured I might as well help someone out rather then throw the pillow around.
