Love
Love is an eternal topic people like to talk about. This is because, I think
, without love life is only a TOMb.
I married my husband soon after I graduated from my college. I was introverted in college and seldom talked with males then. So during such a suitable period of time for being in love, I spent every day in the library or my dorm, reading all kinds of books. Then in Grade Four, a friend of mine introduced him to me.
I was not good at expressing myself and neither was he. We had a lot in common
with each other. So naturally we became lovers. He never said any honied words and I never minded it at that time.
After we got married he worked in another city, which made it impossible for
him to come home every day. We met once a week and spent a day together. I was
rather busy with my work every day and felt tired. What was even worse was that
I had to deal with every affair in my family by myself.
By and by, I was more and more tired of the life style. At some nights, I made such dreams in which I got much help from other men instead of from my husband. I knew I felt too helpless and lonely in my heart. In fact he was also very tired. So the only thing he wanted was to stay at home relaxing himself by playing computer games while I, having been tied to a country school far from the city
, was eager to go shopping, which can offer me many splendid feasts for my eyes.
But he was never willing to accompany me.
So I was more and more listless. I asked myself what it meant to be his wife
. He could give me nothing except money, his salary. But I could live by myself.
I didn’t need his money. He never sends me a present at any special day even including our marriage anniversary. Yeah, I didn’t care about those roses or presents. But I had to admit I was only a common woman and I did need some proofs to convince myself of his love, which is worthy of all my sufferings.
hen came the day when I could understand him and look at our relationship at
new points of view. That day, I went out with my friend who offered me a lift on her bike. But on our way at a turn she failed to control the bike and we both
fell off the bike. She was prepared for it and could got away easily but I was thrown to the ground heavily and pressed under the bike. What made me uncomfortable wasn’t this accident but her words, “You’re so fat that I can’t manage it
…”
In the evening when my husband came back home, I told him the whole affair and asked casually, “Will you complain about my weight in the case where you made me
hurt like this?”
He then said without any hesitation in his firm, unromantic voice, “I won’
t make you hurt in that case. I would rather hurt myself instead.” He said this
so naturally that I was sure at once it was absolutely true.
I was completely shocked by this unexpected answer and deeply moved by his attitude. At that immediate moment, with tears gushing into my eyes, I understood why
I’d been doing all these and overcoming all kinds of difficulties with determination alone. This was it---- his love. His love is my eternal strong support, though often lacking a good expression.