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I am 28 years old and I don't think I will get married in my life. Because the height of 1.83 makes the wrong hand and wrong leg often hinder me. The beautiful clothes on me are never as good as those on other girls. It seems that no escort will ride his white horse to take me away.
However, at last a man is willing to live with me. Wright doesn't have the sensible lover that we dreamed of when we were 16 years old, but a person who is often at a loss, shy and clumsy.
He took a fancy to the advantages I didn't know. I just feel that this life is not worth living. Actually, Wright and I are the same. Soon, we are integrated with each other. If we are not together, we will feel quietly lost. So we think this is the kind of love story in fairy tales. It was an April day, the earth was fragrant, and we got married. It was nearly thirty years ago, and it has been like this almost every day since that day.
To this day, I still can't believe it's been 30 years since Wright and I met. Time quietly carries me and Wright, just like driving a canoe on a calm sea, which makes people feel the flow of the boat. We have never been to Europe or California. I wish we could have some children, but all this is impossible.
Two years ago in April, Wright passed away with a smile, just as he had before. The flowers of the apple tree are still in full bloom, and the earth is full of sweet breath. And I silently lost, want to cry without tears. When my family came to help me prepare Wright's funeral, I realized that Wright had left me forever.
Wright didn't leave me much wealth, but there is an insurance policy in the safe that can take care of all the living expenses for the rest of my life. As for the death of a man that a woman really loved, I am as satisfied as any other woman.