I don't know what love is, it's when acquaintances are together in a solid and stable way. Oh, one day you ask me if I will be sad when you are no longer here. To be honest, I feel nothing at all. You smiled faintly: It looks like you. That's fine. I looked at you firmly and said: We will meet in heaven a hundred years later, so stop being a little man. Can't stand you. . . . .
My little husband and I live an ordinary and happy life. It's quite beautiful.