Constant Care and Jealousy

Love was love, even after marriages...!

He was a decade older than I was.

But I took care of him.

Although he performed the role of a protector and earner as usual, I also focused on the job I was doing when I was unmarried, and even after I was promoted as a wife, I took on his responsibilities on my own shoulders.

Despite the time gap between the time of our marriage until now, we are still performing our tasks and functions with utmost responsibility.

So, anyway, we live in two worlds, yet we never fail to share our thoughts and feelings in order to keep love safe.

While the distance between me, working with his mom and dad, and him, working with a residential job, grew, that love is the same as it was then.

It's common for many women to meet while they're under his care and, sometimes, I get jealous.

But at times, when he softly speaks a few words he means, or he's not present, when his voice gets harsh, I judge it immediately.

In any case, jealousy is still jealousy.

That is a feminine trait.

When he is drunk,

' Can I tell you something? '

When I ask,

' Tell me! '

When he says

' I love you so much, baby! '

I honestly had no idea what that naivety is- where it came from.

When I question him as to why he loves me, he is left with no words,

When he asks me again,

I make you feel as if I am a child.

Now I habitually respond.

He would say I was too young before we got married.

But he also uses a paradox to say that nothing about me is young.

So now that we are married,

I know I have grown up, though, his unbearable touch on me as an unmarried girl is also a part of my smile!

So, he often says

The short answer and long answer to that word, 'love', is no, but the truth is that we know through our experiences every touch.

His great lips creep in at an angle, the chapped edge of them making a twirl over the not-quite dry surface of my own, and somehow sending fliers up, every moistened texture convulsing into a pleasure I repeatedly ignore.

His hands, without idea, as a land owner's bottomless planter, crossed my so-called small body

His four legs are sometimes in motion as well.

That is when that love spills over and becomes gritty.

So, for as long as I am alive, I want to remain in that embrace, seek love more and more, and practice love until my dying day.''

But he has yet to send me a flower, much as I have wished he would do so, and yet his love continues to be as immortal as back then, a real love story that is altered and transformed day after day...!