The Love Story of Passerby
They met by chance on a train. He sat opposite her, and he was an artist. He kept drawing her, and when he gave her the sketch, they realized they lived in the same city. Two weeks later, she was certain that he was the love of her life.
That year, she became a bride, like fulfilling a dream; it felt wonderful. But married life was like a match struck and then losing its light.
He was careless, untidy, and not good at socializing. He valued freedom and liked to be unrestrained. Although she was as docile as a lamb of God, he still felt that marriage constrained him. Yet, they still loved each other, and he was of good character, never engaging in extramarital affairs.
She tearfully divorced him but took the house key with her. She no longer cared about his messy hair, his bedtime, or where he went and with whom. She just continued to clean the house and tidy up the mess.
He got used to her occasional visits and loved her more romantically than when they were married. Candlelight dinners, hiking trips, beds of roses – she did not experience these during their courtship and marriage, but now. Except for the red marriage certificate turning into a green divorce certificate, they were no different from a married couple.
Later, he finally became a famous artist. The stacks of sketches turned into bundles of colorful bills. She helped him manage his affairs and his finances. They lived like that until he was diagnosed with terminal cancer.
On his deathbed, he held her hand and asked her why she had stayed with him her whole life without regret.
She told him that love lasts longer than marriage. Marriage ended, but love did not, which is why she stayed by his side all her life.
Indeed, love is longer than marriage. When marriage ends, love can continue. Love does not depend on the presence of marriage but on its essence.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
