Chapter 468: Chapter 467: You Get Married, I Get Married 6
Home isn’t home without you, so I don’t want to go back.
If we’re not talking about you, I don’t even want to speak.
The clothes the maids iron are never as neat as the ones you did, which always carried a hint of gardenia or lavender.
The files my employees organize are never like the ones you prepared. You always made sure the most important documents were right on top.
The food from restaurants isn’t as clean as your cooking, and it lacks that personal, home-cooked warmth.
And there’s no one else who can pack my suitcase for business trips so flawlessly.
No one to find ways to help me relax when I’m exhausted.
No one to lay out my clothes in the morning so I can work all day feeling refreshed and energized.
No one to defend me when my family scolds me, to be the comfort for my unfilial self that they needed, to make their lives joyful just by being there.
Only now do I realize how lucky I was in this lifetime to have met you, to have made you my wife.
You took care of so many things for me. Even if I’d lost my temper with you the day before, you’d still find a way to look after me the next.
I don’t think I’ll ever find someone who loves me like you did, or someone as worthy of my love as you are.
You gave me everything you could, and I threw it all away...
I gave you everything I’d never given anyone else. It wasn’t much, but it was precious to me. But you don’t need it anymore.
So this is how we missed our chance, isn’t it?
Annabelle Linton.
I have someone now.
She’s a lot like you.
But I can’t quite put my finger on how.
Her eyes, her nose, her ears... hmm, none of them compare to yours.
Her mouth, her aura, her spirit... hmm, they don’t compare either.
But I still feel like she’s like you.
Maybe it’s her height, or her silhouette from behind. Maybe it’s her personality, or her expression. Or maybe... it’s her name.
None of it matters anymore.
But I don’t have any feelings for her. My heart already belongs completely to you; there’s no room for anyone else.
We’re even getting married on the same day.
Me and her. You and him.
Why the same day? And why her?
Because this is the only way I can guarantee I won’t go crash your wedding.
Maybe this is the only way to reassure you that I won’t bother you. You should be smiling during the happiest moment of your life. The first time, you weren’t. I can’t let myself be the one to ruin the second.
And it’s the only way I can fool myself into thinking I’m marrying you, because our anniversaries will be on the same day.
I’m so useless. I couldn’t keep you, and I can’t learn to let you go.
If we can’t be together, then so be it. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters. I’ll just... endure it.
I’ll just keep enduring and see what happens. My only hope is that on the day I can’t go on, you’ll come to see me off, to see me one last time. But I’ll never tell you that you were the reason I couldn’t hold on any longer.
You’re too kind. I want you to keep me in your heart, but I don’t want to make you unhappy.
The world is so big, and yet I met you. The world is so small, and yet I lost you.
Giving you up was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to summon the courage to do. It hurts so much, but I guess it wasn’t for nothing.
It comes back to the same thing: as long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.
You are the most beautiful dream I’ve ever had.
In this very church was a wishing book. Legend had it that it was incredibly potent—it used a person’s life as collateral. The more of your life you wagered, the more powerful the wish.
On a pristine new page of the wishing book, Leona Grant took up a pen and wrote.
"May the one my heart longs for in this life be safe and sound, year after year. Even if we are never to meet again, I will trade thirty years of my life for her lifetime of peace."
—Leona Grant.
The average human lifespan is a little over eighty years.
He had sixty years left.
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