I has a wife, and I loved her so much.
Our first encounter was during college.
Back then, she was wearing a white dress, with a gentle smile in her eyes, two dimples that looked especially charming when she smiled.
"Hello, my name is Sylvia."
Her name was Sylvia, and mine was April.
Forest and spring, it was quite coincidental.
And her bright smile was deeply etched in my mind.
I experienced the feeling of falling in love for the first time.
Naturally, we became a couple.
Neither of us was prone to arguing, so we rarely fought while dating.
Even if we occasionally had a disagreement, I was the one to back down first.
I loved seeing her smile, loved kissing her forehead, and loved kissing her dimples.
Every time I did these things, my heart would tremble.
We dated for four years, I couldn't wait to bring my wife home.
So right after graduation, I planned to propose to her.
I chose an amusement park as the place for the proposal.
Because she didn't like flashy forms of romance, I only prepared roses and a ring.
We spent the day playing at the amusement park, and only went on the Ferris wheel when night fell.
"It's said that couples who kiss at the highest point of the Ferris wheel will stay together forever."
I mentioned it in passing.
My wife was sniffing the scent of the roses, and she couldn't help laughing when she heard it.
"When did you start believing in this?"
"These are just words to fool people, who stays together forever?"
She never really believed in such things,
though I was the same as her, yet it was only her, who made me willing to believe.
I wanted to grow old with her, together forever.
So, when the Ferris wheel reached its highest point, I proposed to her.
"Miss Sylvia, Mr. April wants to build a home with you, are you willing?"
I knelt down on one knee, with only her reflection in my eyes.
My wife was surprised, but there were tears sparkling in her eyes.
She didn't hesitate, reaching out her hand directly, allowing me to slip the ring onto her finger.
"I do."
That evening, we kissed at the highest point of the Ferris wheel.
I thought, we would be together forever.
Not long after the proposal, I took my wife to meet my parents.
They were very happy, and quickly set a wedding date with her parents.
And my wife and I moved into our new home ahead of time.
That night, we hugged each other intimately.
But my wife curiously stared at a long scar on my chest: "Did you have surgery here?"
I embraced my wife, responding vaguely.
I had indeed undergone heart surgery.
According to my parents, it was due to a car accident caused by an accident, which resulted in me losing my previous memories.
But fortunately, I survived.
My wife didn't ask more, and we proceeded to prepare for the wedding together.
While tidying up some household items, I accidentally found an old phone.
Opening the phone, the first thing I saw was a photo.
It was a photo of me and a girl.
In the photo, she was smiling brightly and vividly, her head resting on my shoulder, in a very intimate manner.
And I had a full smile in my eyes, my gaze never leaving her.
The girl's face was unfamiliar, but she had similar dimples to my wife.
My first reaction was panic.
How could there be a picture of a strange girl on my old phone, what was my relationship with her?
My heart ached, I loosened my grip, and the phone dropped to the floor.
The noise startled my parents, who rushed upstairs in a panic, their expressions changing dramatically when they saw the phone on the ground.
They took the phone away.
I didn't understand why they reacted that way, but the next day they returned the phone.
However, the photo of the strange girl was gone.
I thought, that the strange girl might have been someone I once liked.
