Loyality

Sometime round about three o'clock in the morning, I grasped the meaning of  loyality. It had nothing to do with proud samurai disembowelling themselves for their lord's honour ... but there it was, clean and strong  in the dreamy face of a middleaged woman.
I do not  really know her, I certainly have not always liked her. She was tired and slightly drunk in the small hours of the morning, and still, after twenty-odd years, utterly enthralled by the music of this band. She had all but sacrificed her own life for them. This must be love, then, a love given willingly, the love of a lifetime - and in this one, precious moment it was all worth everything and more.