How slow my heart is beating

As I was walking up from the train station this morning, I caught sight of a couple on the sidewalk. They were in their late twenties probably, smartly dressed for work, both quite tall. They were standing facing each other, very close, oblivious to the flood of pedestrians passing them. The man was gently stroking the woman’s cheek and the intensity of his look was made of lust, love and excitement. I kept walking, feeling happy and envious at the same time and longing for that kind of feeling.