A True Love Story
A couple, who had been married for over ten years, went to the other side of the city to visit friends. When they returned, it was late, and they caught the last bus. The husband suggested they get on the bus from the front and back doors due to the crowd. The wife agreed. The husband squeezed onto the bus from the front door and stood in the middle of the crowded bus, feeling quite uncomfortable.
Suddenly, a hand gently grasped his. He knew by the feel that it wasn’t his wife’s hand because her hand wouldn’t be so warm, soft, delicate, and moving… He wished the bus could keep driving until dawn. Then he wondered, what kind of woman is this? How did she notice me? What is her name? How can I contact her? Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, and he quietly slipped one of his business cards into that lovely little hand. The bus finally arrived at their stop.
The husband reluctantly got off the bus. His wife, who got off from the other door, seemed unaware of anything. As they crossed the street, a motorcycle came rushing towards them. The wife hesitated for a moment but then used her body to push her husband out of the way…
The husband carried his bloodied wife to the hospital. At dawn, the doctor came out and told him, “We did our best. Your wife just wants to see you one last time.” When the husband entered the hospital room, his wife’s hand was clenched into a fist. Slowly, like a slow-motion scene in a movie, her hand opened, and his business card silently slipped out…
I heard this story about ten years ago when I was still an avid literature enthusiast. A somewhat famous writer seemed to appreciate my writing and told this story at a “salon” at his house. There was a young couple there at the time, and after hearing the story, the wife angrily said to her husband, “Look at you men!” As a young and fearless person, I boldly said, “Actually, the tragedy of this story isn’t just about the man.
Think about it, if a couple married for over ten years regularly held hands and stayed connected, would the husband have mistaken his wife’s hand for someone else’s?” The writer then said, “The young man is right. At first, we get angry with the man, but on reflection, the wife also bears some responsibility. The topic of marriage is broad and heavy; we can’t simply blame one party.”
Everyone nodded in agreement. I noticed that the young couple sat closely together, with the husband tightly holding his wife’s hand.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
