What does love mean?

In the soft glow of the late afternoon, you stand there. Tilting your head, you gaze at the brilliant red maple leaves gently dancing in the breeze. The fading light of dusk envelops you, wrapping you in a tender, dreamlike embrace.

In that moment, he knew that the delicate leaf resting on your shoulder would one day be replaced by his touch. The breeze brushing against your cheek would transform into the warmth of his kiss.

Love is the flickering glow of the yellow lamp by the small window. Love is the quiet evenings spent together, dining and listening to the rain's gentle murmur.

But if a storm were to come, would love remain as it was in the beginning?

He waited for you to finish work that day, eager to see your smile. But fate, elusive as it is, had other plans. When that car came rushing towards you, everything was upended.

The accident left you with brain injuries, reverting your mind to a child's innocence. You became a lost child in a grown-up world, unable to care for yourself, dependent entirely on him.

Even though at times he felt exhausted and burdened, he remained by your side, never complaining or allowing himself to falter.

Perhaps love is when we see each other's imperfections and shadows, yet still choose to love without hesitation.

That evening, you reclined in the sofa, wrapped in a warm blanket. On the TV screen, a couple embraced in a romantic afternoon, amidst the serene autumn air. He sat beside you, his hand weaved through your hair. The familiar scent enveloped you, merging with the warmth of his presence.

In that tender moment, you lost control of your bladder. Your legs and the sofa were soaked. He wasn’t upset; he hurried to fetch a towel, carefully drying your legs.

“It’s alright, let me bathe and change you.” A warm kiss fall on your forehead, like an autumn breeze soothing away all your worries.

“Thank you for trusting me and showing me even your weakest moments,” he said, making sure you felt no hint of embarrassment.