Love and Bliss

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"Can we ride the bicycle for a while?"

"Sure, anything, my love."

"Wait. I want to ask you something. Why do you still call me "my love"?"

"Because you are."

"Yeah, I know that. Do you love me that much?"

"Of course I do. I have all this love in my heart for you. I can't show it anywhere else. I am just expressing it as much as I can."

"That is the sweetest thing I have ever heard. I still can't believe that we have a kid together. We have been married for nearly 5 years now. You still adore me. I sometimes can't believe this."

"You should believe it. Our kid loves you. Do you question her?"

"I don't question her because I assume there is love in all her actions. Her eyes search for me in the crowd. I could feel that I was her trustworthy person. She believes in me. She hugs me and kisses me."

"We both love you so much."

"But I annoy you a lot. I don't annoy her."

I annoy him a lot. I keep missing a lot of things. Important things. I keep all his things at random places. He will search for it always. He never shouted at me. I always regret it like I take advantage of him. He is so calm. I am trying to be calm and I can't. Maybe I will, someday. 

"Every time you force-feed her the avocado, you annoy her. She loves you because you also give her favorite blueberries."

"So, you are saying that even though I annoy you, you love me?"

"I am saying that I love you no matter what. You can't annoy me at all. You can never annoy me."

"I love you."

"I know. I love you too"

"Wait, how do you know that I love you?"

"I feel happy to be here."

"No. I am asking how do you feel my love?"

"There are a lot of things between us. A connection and this bliss."

"Bliss?"

"Yes, bliss"

"What is bliss?"

"It is like a gentle breeze across the skin before the rain pours down."

"Ahh."

"Yes. Our love is like that for me."

"We made a daughter."

"Yes, we did. Without that love, she wouldn't have turned out so amazing."

"Isn't it?"

"Yeah. We raised her like a beautiful human. I absolutely adore her."

"Enough with these cheeky compliments. I am blushing here."

"I want to tell you something."

"Do you remember when we first said "I love you"?"

"I think it was over that hike."

"No. It was another day. You crashed on my couch after that friend's night out. I brought you a blanket. You said that you loved me so much. I said I loved you too."

"Maybe it was a friendly thing. I don't remember that."

"I remember it well. You meant it."

"I might have."

"Haha."

We rode our bicycle to that park uphill. When we came down, I looked at him ride past me. Our daughter is at school. We wanted to go around. We do that often. I am married to this precious person for over 5 years now. It didn't feel like 5 years at all. My daughter will soon return from school and run into his arms. Ask about each other's day. I will be watching them and she will take turns to show us her love. I could wake up and sleep next to the two beautiful people, my family. I think that is precious. 

Love and marriage bliss. 





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About the story

Welcome to "100 Days of Short Love Stories," where love comes alive! Each day, for the next 100 days, I will share a unique, heartwarming short story that explores the many dimensions of love. From sweet first encounters to bittersweet goodbyes, from fantasies to adventures, these stories will take you on an emotional journey through the highs and lows of love.

Whether you're a hopeless romantic, a daydreamer, or simply someone who enjoys a good story, there's something here for everyone. Join me on this adventure, and let's celebrate love! Love through my eyes.

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