In the movie "Beijing Meets Seattle", Wen Jiajia said: "He is the best man in the world. He may not take me on a yacht or eat French food, but he can take me on a yacht every morning." They ran a few streets for me to buy my favorite soy milk and fried dough sticks. "Love does not require bright lights. It may be just a kiss, a look, a hug, a phone call, or even the air we breathe with you, when our hearts are tightly connected, it is another name for love.
My husband and I have been married for a year. He is responsible for supporting the family and I am responsible for looking beautiful. Like many housewives, after finishing the housework, I would turn on the TV and watch soap operas, and I was conquered by the gentleness and affection of the male protagonist again and again. I couldn't help but compare myself to my husband, and I suddenly felt sad. I know that such a comparison is of course meaningless. But what if you compare it with your best friend’s husband?
My best friend is a typical beauty with long flowing hair and a tall figure. During college, her roommates agreed that she was destined to marry a rich and handsome man. Sure enough, her best friend married her now wealthy husband just one year after graduation, and lived a wealthy life that many people longed for. She went diving in the Maldives, sunbathed in Hawaii, and skied in Nepal. Every time her roommates got together, they all expressed her affection. Married life reveals feelings of envy. She just smiled every time and said how could she be so happy. We teased her because she was so blessed that she didn't know her blessings and wanted to be a low-key wealthy wife.
My husband is an engineering man who was born in a well-off family. He has a stable income and is commonly known as an affordable man. Not to mention that he is not as rich and handsome as my best friend’s husband. Since marrying me, I feel like he is no longer as interested in me as before. The sweet words when we were passionately in love have long since disappeared, replaced by the talk of my mother-in-law and mother; the obedience to me has long been gone, replaced by quarrels with me from time to time. I don’t know if women are naturally suspicious, but I often wonder in these ordinary days whether my husband will no longer love me as much as he did before after marrying me.
Until one day, my best friend asked me to go shopping. I don’t know why, but she seemed particularly out of place that day, and kept shopping in silence. When both of our hands were filled with all kinds of clothes, shoes, and cosmetics, she stopped and suggested going to McDonald’s for something to eat. Seeing that she seemed unhappy, I asked tentatively: "What's wrong? You seem to be in a bad mood." She just shook her head and said with a forced smile: "It's nothing, I feel a little depressed." I originally wanted to say something, But she quickly changed the subject.
Fifteen minutes later, my best friend’s husband came. After saying hello to me, he said the car was parked in the basement and asked me to go down with them and give me a ride later. After saying that, he turned around and walked away quickly, leaving my best friend and I with our hands full of things. My best friend's expression was unnatural, a little embarrassed, and even more bitter. We trotted behind, which seemed extremely difficult. After getting in the car, my best friend did not sit in the passenger seat, but chose to sit in the back seat with me. While driving, my best friend's husband said that he would rush to Canada tonight to discuss business and would not be able to return until three days later. I was wondering if tomorrow was my bestie’s birthday, and he might have forgotten it. Just as I was about to remind him, my bestie held my hand and shook her head. I wisely remained silent. After I got home, I asked my bestie via text message why she didn't say tomorrow was her birthday. She replied with a text message saying that her husband was too busy and had long forgotten her birthday, so why bother adding it to the embarrassment. Even when she was on her honeymoon, she would go out alone and her husband would talk business on the phone at the hotel. She had long been used to being alone.
I suddenly understood my best friend’s depression. She was tightly wrapped in the best material environment, but she was empty inside. The most fearful thing about love is suffering in the heart.
At that moment, I missed my husband who was working overtime. He doesn’t have a luxury car, but every time he goes shopping, he holds my hand with one hand and carries a heavy bag with the other. He would argue with me, but every time no matter who was at fault, he would take the initiative to bow his head, fearing that I would be alone and sulky. He never says he loves me as easily as before, but every day he wipes the wedding photo on our bedside clean and smiles silly.
It turns out that love may fade and no longer be so gorgeous. But as long as two people's hearts are close to each other, love will always exist in every detail of life, waiting for you to discover.