Stand-byers could not tell where one ended and the other began. From long walks on the beach to late night romantic, candle light dinners; Marc never left Cathy’s side. Their love was marked by holding hands, soft kisses and slight loving glances at each other. They had become so interlinked they were one whole instead of two halves. Cathy had never felt so complete in her life. As she looked across the table at Marc one night under the low light of candles, she couldn’t help but to wonder to herself in amazement that she could have indeed found the one. She waited her entire life to find a person who understood her better than she understood herself and Marc was just that. He seemed to know what she was thinking just by staring in her eyes. He understood her feelings when she spoke of troubled times. She stared into Marc’s dark brown eyes thinking of the joy that she felt by finding him and having been blessed by his presence in her life. “It’s so nice out tonight.” Marc stated, interrupting Cathy’s deeply provoking thoughts as he looked across the bay at the Golden Gate Bridge.
