Love Coming from the Least Expected

There was a round object rolling toward me, but I didn’t notice it. Thus, I stepped on it and started toppling forward. However, the man next to me quickly pulled me back. I held his hand, which felt cool and smooth. Immediately, I thought of Christopher.

Perhaps, I really miss him too much. If not, why do I think of him every time there is a man nearby. Besides, Christopher would never let anyone call him a mute.

because he had kicked away the thing that made me lose my footing almost instantly. I didn’t know how scary the expression on his

soon as I heard the kid wailing, I tugged at the man’s sleeve. “Don’t be so hostile. He’s just

forward, almost as if thinking that this way was the safest. What a considerate man—gentle and thoughtful, just like Christopher. Perhaps something huge had happened at

his hand tightly, imagining that I was holding Christopher’s hand and naturally leaning toward him. We were really close to each other, and I thought that a tough man like him would push me away or distant himself, but he did not say a word. Instead, he pulled me

said to him, “You are very similar to my husband. He can cook, too, but the food he cooks is not as delicious as yours. Yet,

man suddenly stopped, and I could feel that he was looking at me again. I smiled and said, “Jenny told me that you’re handsome, but you’re definitely not as handsome as my husband. He’s the most

as thoughtful as you are. He always thinks ahead and remembers things that I couldn’t recall. He takes care of me in every way and spoils me. Sometimes, it

became dry, and they felt really painful under the gauze bandages. Recently, the dosages for the medication became more and more that it made me so uncomfortable. I then crouched down and clutched at my forehead while biting my lips in agony. “Please comfort me and don’t let me cry.

hand gently a few times in rhythm and then took my hand and pointed toward the distant sunset. I was still feeling bad, and I whimpered, “I miss him so much all the time. There is not a single moment that I do not think about him. Every day, I count the days to see how much longer I can live. Then I think about how much longer I will miss him. Even though those are just thoughts of him, they still make me happy. Even so, I feel like