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<p> The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, "When did you start to develop feelings for me?" </p> <p> He answered, "I don't remember." </p> <p> "But, why me?" </p> <p> "Why not you?" </p> <p> "I'm very petty, and I get jealous very easily." </p> <p> "So am I." </p> <p> "I'm afraid I'm not worthy of you." </p> <p> "So am I." </p> <p> "I haven't really dated, so I don't know what love is." </p> <p> "I don't know either." </p> <p> He held my hand gently, "But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope." </p> <p> At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him. </p> <p> At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him. </p> <p> I guess this must be love. </p>
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