Thenightbeforeweobtainedourmarriagecertificate,Iaskedhim,“Whendidyoustarttodevelopfeelingsforme?” Heanswered,“Idon’tremember.” “But,whyme?” “Whynotyou?” “I’mverypetty,andIgetjealousveryeasily.” “SoamI.” “I’mafraidI’mnotworthyofyou.” “SoamI.” “Ihaven’treallydated,soIdon’tknowwhatloveis.” “Idon’tknoweither.” Heheldmyhandgently,“ButIknowthis.WhenIthinkaboutspendingtherestofmylifewithyou,Ifeelthatmyfutureisfilledwithhope.” At16,weusedthesameclassdesk,withlessthan10cmbetweenourarms.Myperipheralvisionwasfullofhim. At26,Iwokeupinthemorning,andsawthesunlightsoftlyshiningonhisface.Ithought,thisishowIwanttogrowold–gradually,together,withhim. Iguessthismustbelove.
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