Once I got to known a man who is not that handsome, not that rich. He also even can not express himself with sweet words to me as well as doing the romantic things. He is just a simple man with a heart of deep love for me.
He always playing basketball with his friends which is his hobby. Then as long as I stay besides him I will observe the match with his clothes and water in hands. He is a good basketball player. When he plays the basketball, even his back looks handsome. This moment I feel content enough with a looking at him in silence. Sometimes when we look into each other’s eyes inadvertently, he will response me with a smile. His smile looks beautiful and clear. When he smiles to me, I just look at him motionlessly with no words. Actually, It is enough to me.
He understands me well, and can even realize my changeable emotions. When I smile in a bad mood, he also can realize it. When I do not want to speak, he can understand my feelings an long as I have a look at him. I am not as innocent as what I looks which is only known by him. Also I am not so much generous which is known by him. As a matter of fact I am not clever, he also knows. He just knows everything about me. Sometimes I will not tell him about what I have know and continue to playing the fool. However he explain it to me again and again. Eventually, I once heard he saying: I love you to me. He likes taking a walk with me hand in hand. Along the road we enjoy scenery with several stops. His hands often excrete sweat, but I do not blame him because once I have heard a piece of words like this:The boy who loves you sincerely his hands will excrete sweat. At least I exist in his mind.
He loves me, I also love him. He is not naive. he is mature. He can preserve me. He understands me. He makes a pet of me. He often worries about me. He is just himself who is nobody can replace. I love him even though he is not that handsome, not that rich. But he loves me, I love him. That is enough and the most important.