While in transit. (pt2)

On my flight from Atlanta to S. Florida (a flight I almost missed because we arrived early... but deplaned VERY LATE), I sat next to a really cute couple in their thirties (?).

They hugged.

They kissed.

After the guy squirmed a bit, his girlfriend rubbed his back (which was a little awkward... but cute nonetheless.)

They are clearly in love and cherish their time together.

I am in no way writing with anyone in mind but myself but is it possible that we have, like the Ephesian Church in Revelation, forsaken our first love?

HEART-CHECK !