I Want Us to Love Each Other for a Hundred Years

Some people say that love is all about conscience in the end, but I always feel that there is no need to talk about conscience in true love - it is an instinct engraved in the bones and blood, and an obsession to hold the other person's hand for a century. Today is November 19, 2106, with the coolness of early winter in the wind. I placed the shiny photo album in front of the tombstone. The gold powder on the cover has long been mottled, but you can still clearly see the words that were hot stamped: "Our One Hundred Years". My father always likes to say this. On that snowy afternoon in 2033, he held his mother's hand and said at the wedding: "I want us to love each other for a hundred years." At that time, his mother laughed at him for being stupid and said how could anyone live that long. But he didn't know that love can last longer than life. Hidden in the photo album are their entire lives: the screenshots of the first time they played the game, the questions they did together during the college entrance examination, the first salary after graduation, the grand occasion of getting married... When the children turn to these, they always ask: "Grandpa really did it?" I touched the names nestled together on the tombstone, and the moss spread across the cracks in the stone, like their intertwined fingerprints. The wind picked up the fallen petals in the photo album, and it was my mother's response. You see, Dad, the hundred years you said have really arrived.