About love

A home assignment, of love and marriage, was arranged to everyone including me.

I was really reluctant to get it finished for the obviously huge worry ignited by facing so many young faces. However, it's a pretty suitable topic for me with love stories and rich life experiences of myself.

Why can't I encourage myself to share something? Nothing lies inside? In fact, there are too many things that are compressed tight and nearly fossilzed into rocks.

I got wedded with my wife by a quite accidental chance. A classmate of senior high school complained of me fucking marriage stuff, and if I considered this seriously, he would introduce me a lady. A yes from my mouth altered the direction of my whole life.

We met, we ate out, we accepted each other whole heartedly and we had a wedding ceremony soon. At the first glance, I knew she's mine. Without any romantic love, we embrace life together, explore life wonders together and enjoy simple lifes together. Jumping right in marriage after a  lightning time, I submitted to her request quitting smoking whose fragrance became part of my history immediately. As a matter of fact, I have missed out on so many things, but I have got so many things accordingly among which are sweet kisses from my little son, and also my dear wife. One son after another, God blessed us three wonders. Of course, hardship is the other side of life just like a coin. We argue for ends-meet, even fight for a good or bad buy, and complain about kid's education.

Looking back, I suddenly find I can't say I don't love her or the life we created and are creating, even though we don't say love words beside the mouth.

So, what is love anyway?

It's an un-ending process, a way, mysterious, happy and unique to yourself.