My wife and I had known each other long before we wed. My affection for her began back in primary school. For four years, we shared the same desk. She always wore her hair in two neat plaits, and I remember they always smelled lovely. We became the closest of friends, though I never confessed my childhood infatuation.
In our final year, I nervously asked her to attend the school dance with me, and to my delight, she agreed. Her acceptance gave me courage to finally reveal my feelings.
But she replied that she saw me only as a friend.
My heart was heavy, for I truly saw no one else but her. My university years gave me some respite from the girl I loved so dearly. After I finished my degree, I landed a good post, my career quickly took off, and soon I was able to purchase a flat right in the centre of London.
Our old school friends often met up, but she was never among us; she always seemed absent. I secretly hoped that one day our paths would cross again. Rumours said shed moved to Manchester. And then, at one of those gatherings, she appeared. My heart leapt at the sight of those same blue eyes from my childhood. After the reunion, someone suggested we all go out dancing, and to my delight, she accepted. In that moment, I realised my feelings for her hadnt faded one bit. Before we parted that night, we exchanged numbers to keep in touch.
Soon after, we began seeing each other. One day, I found the courage to confess my love for her again. This time, she returned my feelings. I felt as though I was the luckiest man alive. Barely a month later, we married, and she moved in with me.
She struggled to find steady work, but I didnt mind, as I was content to provide for us both. I admired the way she made our house a home.
But, as time passed, she grew quieter, and I missed her attention. Troubled thoughts crept in, and after much hesitation, I installed two small cameras in our flatone in the hall, the other in our bedroom.
At work, I spent another anxious day setting up a way to check on the cameras. My mind raced with worries about what I might find. But what I saw was nothing I could have predicted. The entire day, she busied herself with choresshopping for groceries, carrying heavy bags, doing the washing, tidying up, and preparing meals. She barely ever sat down.
Before I returned home from work, she always took a moment to get ready, making sure I would see her at her best. Her thoughtfulness moved me deeply.
That evening, I bought the finest bouquet I could find and took her out for dinner. There, I confessed everything to her. With a gentle smile, she pledged her love for me without hesitation.
From that moment on, my love for my wife grew even stronger. She has always beenand remainsmy ray of sunshine.
