Does anyone else ever notice that love in the 1950’s seemed so real and so true… If you were with someone, you were really with someone. Everything back then seemed like a play, a song, a movie, everything seemed so true and hopeful. Even elderly couples I see together today, everything is so real. These people have been together for years and are still completely captivated by one another. Does this happen today? I think we are all so busy with our lives we don’t take the time to realize real beauty, or anything real for that matter. What happened to just a lazy day, no plans, just going with how everything comes…? Breathing… What’s wrong with that?