Heartwarming Bedtime Love Story
He and she were dating. Actually, he wasn’t very satisfied with her; he always felt she wasn’t very pretty.
One time, they went mountain climbing. Along the way, they had to cross a single-plank bridge, with a deep ravine below. If they fell, it would mean certain death. As they crossed the bridge, he extended his hand and said, “Come, let me hold your hand tightly.”
“No, let me hold your hand tightly,” she said.
“What’s the difference?”
“There’s a big difference,” she replied. “If I hold your hand tightly and encounter danger, I would immediately let go, giving you a chance to survive. But if you hold my hand tightly, no matter what happens to me, you wouldn’t let go of my hand, increasing your risk.”
He turned back and looked at her deeply. Through her not-so-pretty exterior, he saw her beautiful heart.
He held her hand tightly. He thought, what he was holding now was his lifelong happiness and love.
Once, I watched a TV interview program featuring a young couple. I was shocked by the contrast between them: the girl was beautiful like a flower, while the guy was a disabled person who had lost both his hands. The host, perhaps to test the guy’s resilience, asked harshly, “We often compare holding hands to love and call lovers ‘those who hold hands.’ But since you have no hands, how do you hold your lover’s hand?”
“Do you need hands to hold your lover’s hand? Besides, holding hands with your hands will eventually come to an end,” the guy said.
“If not with hands, then how do you hold your lover’s hand?” the host asked.
“With my heart!” the guy said confidently. “Holding my lover’s hand with my heart, I can never let go for a lifetime.”
Then the host turned to the girl and asked, “Why did you choose to love him?”
“Actually, my lover has already answered that,” the girl looked at the guy affectionately, “because only he holds my hand with his entire heart, holding onto my lifelong happiness.”
Grandpa had Alzheimer’s disease. Except for Grandma, he couldn’t recognize anyone, not even his children or grandchildren. But he had a deep memory of Grandma and even remembered her name from when she was a young girl. However, he didn’t call her by name; he called her “Old Lady.”
On the day Grandma passed away, Grandpa kept murmuring her name, saying he wanted to see her, to see his “Old Lady.” The children supported Grandpa to Grandma’s body and told him that Grandma was sleeping. Grandpa gazed at Grandma and gently nudged her, “Old Lady, are you sleeping? Old Lady, are you really sleeping?” “Your Old Lady is really sleeping, don’t wake her up,” the children coaxed Grandpa as they helped him away.
The next day, Grandpa woke up and thought of Grandma again, insisting on seeing her. The children supported Grandpa to Grandma’s body again. Grandpa stared at Grandma for a long time, “Old Lady, are you still sleeping? I’ll come and sleep with you.” Grandpa lay beside Grandma’s body, facing her, holding her hand, and slowly closed his eyes.
A few hours later, the children found that Grandpa had gone to sleep with Grandma forever. Grandpa’s face was turned towards Grandma, with a slight smile; his hand, the one holding Grandma’s hand, remained in that position until his last breath.
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