The Untypical Marriage
He opened his mouth, probably to argue, deny, deflect, but I cut him off before he could speak.
“Why not let someone in, for once? Just one person. Before you wake up one day and realize you’re completely, utterly alone.”
He moved closer. His hand cupped my cheek gently.
“I’m always alone,” he whispered.
“No, you’re not,” I retorted, leaning my forehead against his.
He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. In that moment, it felt like the entire universe went quiet. Just the two of us. Lost in each other’s eyes.