She is Lolita
We have been married for eighteen years now. Not that the entire journey was easy but we both figured something out whenever there were hiccups. This lady had done practically everything, as a mother, as a wife and as a woman for our family. Undeniably she is the pillar of the family.
My marriage was arranged as my mother felt I was not a person who believed in love and dating and all these kinds of things. Partially she was not wrong. I simply had less time for everything else other than my work. Though I dated a girl, she ended up saying I was an egoistic and non-romantic type of person. Though she was partially correct, I never felt the importance of making another failed attempt at holding the things together. I saw it coming and looking back and I secretly believed those signs were true.
And one day, I got married to the girl of my mother’s choice. My parents were happy and so were her parents. I only met her a couple of times before our marriage. I could tell, she was young and was scared of the new life we were about to start. I did not even know her likes and dislikes, her comfort zones, her favourite movies and songs. I was scared that she might feel the same way my ex-girlfriend felt about me. I had no option but to give it a try and make it work.
As time passed, I had started to realise that she was growing strong in her life. She played various roles in her life, a banker, a mother, a wife, and she was fitting in best every role she played.
Eighteen years have passed. And yet no sign of tiredness, no signs of frustrations and complaints. She is the same person she was eighteen years ago. On Sundays, I talk to her for hours; we go outside, sometimes watch movies. Our life was like a Picasso painting. On occasions, she would pull a chair to the window of the room, shaking one foot, staring out the window with a blank expression. I notice that too, but I had never asked her about that.
I sometimes think if she got a life she deserved. Did I do enough for her to make her happy? I never got answers to these questions. I wanted to ask her but I could never do that. Something holds me back every time I tried to do so. Finally, I had decided to tell her. I left her a note which read:
Dear Wife,
The moment that I first met you, I was not absolutely sure that we were meant to be. Once you came into my life, you had changed my life completely. You brought with you the warmth of spring, the joy of rain and the calmness of summers. You live with so much integrity, warmth and dedication to truth that you inspire me every day. You are the rock of our family – your consistent presence in the house gave me a reason to believe in everything we have. I know you have always got my back.
I had never told you that you are so beautiful and graceful and full of joy. I had always sensed hopes in your eyes, your voice and in your presence. I love you with passion, without question, without any reason and with all my soul. I love you because it is impossible for me not to love you.
I know I had not always made you feel special, never told you how much I love you. I never had enough time to know you more. Please forgive me for failing to live up to your expectations.
I want to deepen and expand the beauty, the intimacy, the tenderness, the power, between us even more.
With love,
Your husband
I heard my phone ringing. I picked up and it was my wife on the other end.
“Are you OK?” She never called me during work unless it was urgent.
“I am fine. I just wanted to tell you that I read your letter.”
“And?” I wanted to what she had in her minds.
“You could have said these eighteen years ago.”
“I tried to say it multiple times but could not.”
“I had fallen in love multiple times, and every time it is you. You don’t always have to show me or make me feel special. You had worked tirelessly, made sacrifices for our family. You have always been the role model of our daughter. You are someone whom I looked upon when I had bad times. When we got married I was very scared to step into this life. But it was you who gave me courage and hope to give this life a new meaning. I know, in your arms I am always safe. The warmth of your heart is my home.”
I was listening to each and every word that came out of her mouth. Tears started to roll down my eyes. I patiently asked her,
“Would you like to go on a date tonight?”
“Always,” she said.
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