That is that.

Most of what we are are all about would have been and could have been.
This middle-aged couple,
I happened to bump into in a mini-market one fine evening,
Raised the question again.
Would we have loved each other the same way only if we had met someone else?
Like them, would we decide on going international,
Or would we out of our own sweet will settle on going national.
I would have gone international, only if I had it in me to actually be an infidel,
And he, he said he never would,
But today he differed.
His sincerity,
And my surprise was both equally sincere,
Unfaltering,
I had always thought I was the weaker half, the infidel,
But, he with his sincerity,
just easily walked passed the point of no return.