Dear Young Couple: I Remember What It Was Like To Be You

An open letter to the young couple who reminds me of my own young love.

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Dear Young and in Love Couples,

I don't personally know you, but I spent 45 minutes observing you last week.

Wait — I'm not some stalking psycho. Before you reach for a can of pepper spray or notify the authorities, please allow me to explain.

You were standing in line at a tourist attraction and my family was behind you. Do you remember those beautiful blue-eyed children who whined about the wait and took turns begging to climb onto that poor man's shoulders while his wife said the words, "don't" and "stop" 375 times? Yes, that was us.


I first noticed your high heels, young lady. As I admired them, I was reminded of the days when I could tour a museum or wait in line for hours in stylish pumps. That seems like so long ago, I thought, as I glanced down at my New Balance tennis shoes secretly lined with Dr. Scholl's arch supports.

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Your young beau wore a hoodie donning that complicated word that I always wrongly pronounce as "arrow apostle."

He violently twitched his neck to remove the shaggy bangs from his eyes and although he shifted from one neon-colored tennis shoe to the other, his young, smooth baby-like hands remained steady on your tiny, tight, 20-year-old waist which I assume has yet to be riddled with stretch marks that resemble wilted grapes.


As he pulled you closer to him, I pulled my sweatshirt down so that it would successfully conceal my muffin-top.

He whispered something into your ear (which was attached to a large peacock feather earring), probably one of your many exciting inside jokes, and you laughed and buried your head into his chest.

By the enthusiasm in your youthful eyes and the incessant need to keep your hands on one another at all times, I assumed you were on a long-coveted and carefree weekend getaway.

I remember those.

When my husband was my boyfriend, he took me to the mountains. We felt so independent and in love as we wheeled our luggage to our cabin. We relished on a weekend without our parent’s supervision.


We walked wooded trails and held hands and invented inside jokes and happily stood in long lines to see the local attractions. I probably saw couples with children and lit up at the idea of that being us someday in the far-off future.

Well, that far-off future is now the present. And, last week, that waiting line was a very different place for us than it was for you.

We didn't hold hands. We held maps, tickets, diaper bags, and children.

My shoulder was my only body part that touched my husband, and that was solely because I needed to lean my exhausted body against his. We didn't tell inside jokes because they have become as stale as the half-eaten toast our kids leave on the kitchen table.


I scolded the children and simultaneously ran my fingers through their blonde locks, making a mental note to schedule their hair appointments after school on Thursday. We moved ahead half an inch, and I snapped my fingers and put on the stern mommy face that silently alerts our son to "get back over here right now."

I sent myself a text reminding me to mail the electric bill when we got home. I instructed our daughter to straighten her bored, slouching shoulders and I dryly mentioned her upcoming orthodontist appointment to my better half.

I read all of the signage on the walls, shifted my hefty purse from one aching shoulder to the other, and focused again on you.

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He placed his hand on the small of your back and kissed you again. You pulled away and smiled at him the way goofy girls always smile at goofy boys who they hope to one day father their children.

Young girl, you probably look at that kid and see the white picket fence, the future children with his dimples and your auburn hair, the family vacations, the orthodontist, and the haircut appointments.

But do you see the reality of it all? Did you see my husband and me?

Don't get me wrong: our love is definitely still alive and stronger now than when we were your age. Our love has been reinforced by the birth of children, pretending to be Santa, cleaning baby poop from the carpet, and fifteen years of life together.


But the butterflies just don't flutter like they used to. We don't enthusiastically wheel the luggage to the cabin or view waiting for lines as romantic.

We are an old couple. We are your future.

Dear young girl, I don't know if you'll marry the boy with the neck twitch and the "arrow apostle" hoodie.


Dear young boy, I don’t know if your neon sneakers will forever rest next to her pumps.

I don’t know if your love will produce children. But I do know that you should hold onto these youthful moments.

Hold onto what you had in that waiting line. Hold onto the jokes, the laughs, the unapologetic PDA. Hold onto one another.


My Feet Still Hurt

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Susannah B. Lewis is an author, blogger, and podcaster. Her videos and articles have been featured in Reader’s Digest, US Weekly, Yahoo!, Huffington Post, Unilad, The Weather Channel, and more. Follow Susannah on her Facebook page Whoa Susannah.