"Dear Dilly:
Do you know that although we have been married for more than thirty years, every time I see you smiling at me, I can still think of the first time I saw you.
On that sunny day after days of heavy rain, the smell of rain still lingered in the air, mixed with the fishy smell of earth. You came to my house with your mother as a guest, and I came back from outside, covered with fatigue after surgery. When my impatient gaze came over, your mother took your hand and stood up from the chair.
How should I describe how my eyes froze and my breathing stopped at that moment. The light in the entire living room favors you and outlines your moving silhouette, making you feel as if you are wearing Aphrodite's veil. Your lowered eyes and nod, seemed to have been written by Lord Layton.
At that time, the cruel time had not yet carved traces on our faces. We were walking in the garden in the afternoon. When we were tired, we stopped to rest for a while. You sat reservedly next to me, quietly pinching the corner of your skirt to prevent it from touching me. How I miss that time.
We did truly love each other, didn't we? I once promised you that I will always love you and be loyal to you. If I violate it, I will fall into hell. I always remember this oath. Now is the time to fulfill it. "
Writing blindly.
Intention: Harmony and love