I Don't Like This World, I Only Like You (我不喜歡這世界，我只喜歡你) by Qiao Yi (喬一)

The night before we registered our marriage, I asked him, "When did you start liking me?"

He replied, "I don't remember."

"But why me?"

"Why not you?"

"I'm petty and jealous."

"So am I."

"I'm afraid I'm not worthy of your love."

"So am I."

"I haven't really been in love before. I don't even know what love is."

"Neither do I."

He gently held my hand and said, "But I know that the thought of spending my life with you makes me look forward to it."

When I was 16, we shared a desk. Our elbows were barely ten centimeters apart. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning and turned to see sunlight on his face. I thought, I want to grow old with him, just like this.

Maybe this is what love is.