Adventures of the Hopeless Romantic

Recently I found myself on a commercial plane. I sat in my seat contemplating whether or not God was so romantic as to make one person to be truly meant for another person. An elderly man two seats away startled me out of my contemplation by snoring like a buzz-saw, which had started very abruptly. Instinctively I turned to look but was greeted by his smiling wife and her big inquisitive blue eyes which revealed their beauty in the sunset shining through my window, of whom had grown mostly deaf in her old age.