When I meet a girl I love, she doesn't think I have no money. She will help me do the laundry and make dinner together. She would occasionally romance me with a glass, and she would carefully decorate the small room, our shared home. We build our own castle together, create our common memories, get married, have children, and don't let go of each other's hands when we grow old.
Treat each other as life, no, it is a treasure more precious than life to treasure.
Even if one day our waists are no longer so straight, our legs and feet are no longer so flexible, our ears can no longer hear your babble, and our eyes can no longer count each other's wrinkles, I will hug each other.
The building block house is getting smaller and smaller, because we will lose a lot of things as we live, lose the small table where we eat together, lose the wooden bed that accompanies you to the end, and even one day who will lose the cherished person first . But some things will never be discarded. Isn't the wall full of photo frames our good memories? Isn't that smiling face your company?
Even if one day I go fishing alone, eat a simple dinner alone, and watch comedies that are no longer funny without you, I still believe that you never left me. We never parted, dear, did we?
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