They sit on a train staring in one another’s eyes. Nothing else around them matters. He speaks to her in a tone only she can hear. She is interested in the words that leave his lips. I watch her study his face. She doesn’t see me because she only sees him. The faithfulness of this intensity makes me envy him. Not because I want the woman he has but I do want the connection they share. They may be at the beginning or the middle of their relationship but one thing is for sure they can’t see the end. They have painted my faith….