The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”He answered, “I don’t remember.”“But, why me?”“Why not you?”“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”“So am I.”“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”“So am I.”“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”“I don’t know either.”He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.I guess this must be love.