He and she were childhood sweethearts, so familiar with each other that even their breathing rhythms were in sync. Over time, their marriage became dull and oppressive. She knew he was considerate and kind-hearted, but she still felt dissatisfied. She asked him, “Why don’t you have any romance?” He awkwardly smiled and asked, “What counts as being romantic?”
Later, she wanted to leave him. He asked, “Why?” She said, “I hate this stagnant life.” He said, “Then let fate decide. If it rains tonight, it means we are meant to be together.” She looked at the bright sunny sky and asked, “What if it doesn’t rain?” He sighed and said, “Then I will have to accept fate.”
That night, just as she was falling asleep, she heard the sound of raindrops hitting the window. Startled, she wondered if it was really raining. She got up and walked to the window, seeing water trickling down the glass. Looking up at the night sky, it was filled with stars! She climbed to the roof and, to her amazement, saw him pouring water down with a ladle. Moved, she gently hugged him from behind.
Marriage needs a bit of romance; it is like an oasis in the desert, giving our weary eyes hope and beauty. Occasionally, give the “left hand” and “right hand” a fresh feeling.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
