In reality, my wife isn’t just my luck. Alina is the burst of colours in my otherwise monochrome personality. She is the major chord that brings harmony to my minor scale, the lighthouse that guides me out of the darkness. She’s the one who laughs at my jokes when everyone else is too busy to notice and listens to me when the rest of the world is too noisy to hear. She’s the one who stands up for me and defends me when others try to bring me down. These unexplainable, irreplaceable emotions are tantamount to three words, eight letters, and one sentence.
