她是一个十分注重浪漫的人，当年她就是被他独特的情书“骗”到手的。那是一副意味深长的漫画。一个男孩一脸郁闷地站在悬崖边，转头望着远方的女孩儿说，我可以邀请你一路跳下去吗？悬崖旁写着三个大字：爱情谷。

可婚前无师自通的他到了婚后却没有了浪漫的灵感，每日懒散邋遢，回到家没别的话，最喜欢说的一句就是，妻子，下顿饭我们吃啥？不知道从什么时候开始，他变得比老妈子还唠叨。比如，他总是限制她吃烧烤，说是对身体不好，有致癌物，又比如，过马路的时候，他一定会唠叨着宁等三分不抢一秒，还会镇静地拉回她已经举步前进的身体。而每当她反抗他唠叨的时候，他突然之间又变成为一个久打不倒的“不倒翁”，你怎么数落他都不吭气。

这种被束缚的日子，她越来越厌倦，有时候她渴望和他痛快地吵一架，尽情释放自己的憋闷，可他却总也不给她机会。这种连吵架都无果的婚姻，还怎么维系下去啊。他突然之间之间之间说要出差两周。临出门的时候，他恋恋不舍地拥抱着她：我不在家，你要好好照顾自己，睡觉(sleep)的时候别忘记关好门。她窃喜，终于可以逃脱他的魔爪了。

她刻不容缓地钻进小吃店里吃烧烤，那是她最喜欢吃的东西。可不知道为什么，在那些本该让人心动的声音中，她竟然听到了他的声音：“宝贝，你知道有多少致癌物在这些食物里吗？”她的胃 suddenly felt queasy, and she realized that even the thought of him was enough to make her lose her appetite. She left the restaurant without finishing her meal.

Back home, she kicked off her shoes carelessly, and they landed in the trash can. Without anyone to scold her, she could do as she pleased. But looking around at the messy house, she felt a pang of guilt. She quickly put on an apron and began cleaning up.

She usually spent hours browsing online until late into the night before feeling content enough to go to bed. But now that he wasn't there to nag her about it, she found herself rushing through breakfast so as not to be late for work.

Two days passed, and she realized that without his "magic spell," everything seemed dull and unappetizing. Even cooking in their own kitchen seemed cold and lonely without his presence or guidance. Her black circles returned as well.

Suddenly, she missed him terribly - only he knew what was best for her; only he understood how much love was needed in their relationship. The scent of his presence lingered in the air; those warm mornings with mouthwatering aromas were gone too soon; those tender words meant just for her were nowhere near anymore.

The vines of longing wrapped themselves tightly around me once more - happiness became precious only when he left us again.

As tears glistened on my cheeks I sent him a text message: “The sky isn’t blue within our entwined zone... Come back quickly.”