Afraid that You’ll, Forget Me, Between a Husband & a Wife

The professions of love, of a woman toward her husband, and his acts of love toward her, translated…

No, I won’t forget it.  I won’t forget this trip we took to Fushou Mountain, Ru didn’t see me, and cried until he’d, barfed, both times you were there, and he’d, barfed all over you.

I won’t forget it.

I can’t forget, how because Cheng couldn’t get to the restrooms on time, he’d, pooped all over his pants, and because I was too tired, I’d originally wanted to, wait until we got home, then, deal with those, awful, stinky clothes, and you’d, taken his soiled clothes without a second word to the sink, in the icy coldness of the water that came out of the faucets, cleaned up the soiled clothes.

I won’t, forget it.

I won’t forget, how you saw me finally, melted down, and started screaming at Ru, how you’d, not blamed me, just, took Ru from my arms, even as you’d, just, gotten, barfed, all over you too.

I won’t, forget it.

I will NOT forget, how I’d become too stressed, to enjoy this trip, to relax, and you’d remembered to take that shot of us, as a family, because of how I’d complained to you, how we are never together as a family in a photo on an outing.

I won’t forget it, how as I’d, forced that smile on, and whispered into your ears, that I’d not felt happy one bit, although, on the matter of being human, I’m mostly, happy, but, most of the times, I’m, pressed by the role of a mother, too fatigued, too drained, too beaten down.

I won’t forget it.

I won’t forget, how before we left the botanical gardens, you’d, picked up a Gingko leaf, gave it to me, said, you’re afraid that I might, forget you.  You are, right before my eyes, and yet, you’re, afraid of being, forgotten, like how hurry is what defined us both in marriage, that hurry was, us.

The weekend before winter solstice, I’d gone to Fushou Mountain with friends, in the drizzling rain of December, I’d finally found some sunshine up the hills.  And, I’d felt, that this trip came, just in time, warming up our, drizzling marriage, and I’d, wringed dry that dampened emotions, and as I hiked back down, I’ve found, the strengths, for one more round.

So, I won’t, forget it.

I will never forget how as you are still able physically, and still had time, seeing my needs, as I said that the kids are ill and needed to get treated at the clinic, how you’d, told me you will go and pick up the meds for them.

As you saw my hand, trying to, scoop up the sweet soup rice balls, you’d, naturally tilted the angle of the Tupperware, so I can, easily, scoop up the foods.

I won’t, forget it.

I won’t forget, that this, is the long road, that we’re, in the long haul together, that even though times may get hard, and I would want to give up, that it is, more than, ordinary.

I won’t forget, how I found all the littlest things you did for me, and, as I looked back, found myself, lost, I will get reminded, of all the littlest things, those moments of, kindness, you’d, shown to me, knowing, that after this bumpy path, the next turn would be, smoother.

I won’t forget, that’s why, I’m, writing it all down, in case, as the days pass us by, I actually, do, forget.

I won’t forget, I won’t, forget you.

And so, this, is the considerations, the love, the kindness that this woman’s husband had, shown toward her, and, because of his considerations of her needs, their love is, everlasting, because a good marriage is made with understanding of each other’s needs, and building a family, growing as a small family unit together with the years.