Isaac's caption, [Some people are destined to miss each other, some are destined to be together for a lifetime.]
Alma liked and commented on his post. [No matter when, I will always be there.]
The two of them, deeply in love.
They seemed like a perfect match.
I suddenly remembered that the year Isaac and I first got together, Alma wasn't even there.
That year, Isaac picked me up from work every single day without fail.
He told me everything—big company news, small office gossip, even how many times my coworkers snuck off to the restroom.
He’d joke about how many times he yawned and whether he was thinking of me each time.
Every time, I would tease him for being silly.
He would always correct me seriously.
"Love is sharing and the prerequisite for sharing is liking," Isaac would tell me. "If one day we lose the desire to share, that means we don't love each other anymore!"
"But Anna, I won't allow you not to love me!"
So, Isaac told me that no matter what it was—fallen leaves, a puppy, street scenery, sunshine, rain, or snow—if I saw something I liked, I should share it with him so we could feel it together.
The emotion of the moment.