“Do I annoy you?”
“No, you don’t.”
“Do my stories bore you? Sorry.”
“No, they don’t. No sorry.”
“Are you still listening to me?”
“Yes, I am. Continue.”
It is that moment when they are eating ice cream on a bench by the beach. Only then, it occurs to her. No matter how much he dislikes beach, he is there next to her. And though he doesn’t fancy ice cream, he has one in his hand now.
His love is a different kind, but it is love, nevertheless.
That realization made her stops licking her ice cream, and looks at him from his side. Her stare breaks when he suddenly turns his head and snaps, “What?”
“I love you so much, you know.” She chuckles slightly.
He ignores her and continues admiring his ice cream.
“Thank you for being my husband.”
“Hmm.” That is the only sound that comes out of his mouth. Slightly annoyed. Slightly assuring.
And for her, that answer is everything she needs.