But Drifting Away

The growing affection between them may have originated from that pot of thick and fragrant white porridge. What was it about her that he fell in love with? Kind, strong, and inadvertently weak? Why did she fall in love with him? Because of his dominance, sensitivity, and occasional tenderness? But it is fate, and will their relationship be like that pot of white porridge, withstanding repeated cooking, and exuding a sweet fragrance in the end? A wedding, a funeral, what did they endure from each other, and what did they miss?