He was so hungry every day that his stomach was sticking to his backbone.
But even when he was so hungry he could faint, he would still save up money just to treat me to a good meal.
I had no idea how tough his life was at first, so I habitually let him pay the bill every time.
That changed when I saw him getting an IV in the emergency department.
The first thing he cared about when he saw me was not how wretched he looked, but why I had come to the emergency room and what was wrong with me.
Later, I was truly moved by his deep affection for me, and I started dating him.
Everyone insulted him as a toad lusting after a swan—that he was aiming way too far out of his league, and some even took every opportunity to bully me. Yet he never uttered a single word of complaint.
But if anyone
