Endless Affection

I am actually a very ordinary person, but if I am more objective, my appearance is still pretty good. Meeting him was truly an accident in my life, full of surprises. But when low self-esteem becomes a disease, I have no choice but to escape. When we met again four years later, he was dressed in white and had a clear smile. Marriage is a hole dug by him; it is still a dream that I don't wake up from. Is it my infatuation that has not changed, or his deep affection?