Before I Die of Old Age, My Spouse Writes Love Letters to Their First Love

I found that stack of yellowing love letters in a cracked floor tile in the old house.

The paper was damp. They had been written by my spouse, the author.

At last, I understood what my spouse had been secretly writing in the study every night for more than twenty years.

He poured out his boundless love to his lover, and every letter received a reply from the woman he had loved but never won over in his youth.

Looking back on most of my life, all I remembered was making ends meet and taking care of the children.

As he lay dying, my spouse was writing a poem for his lover.

He never wrote me a single love letter. After he learned I had died, he burned one letter after another before my grave.