A marriage is like a rose; a romantic keepsake having the combination of thorns and petals. The red hue of the petals symbolizes love, and passion and is soft to touch. The thorns that lay on the stem, however, represent adversity and sacrifice.
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The silence of the night.
The noise in his mind.
The warmth in the unfamiliar house.
The coldness in his heart.
It was beyond my capacity to speculate what ran in his mind. But, it was the smallest things that made the biggest difference.
With my bare feet touching the cold ground, we remained standing before the sliding glass windows that led to the garden. The full moon outside and the fire coming from the inside were the only sources of light.
We maintained a visible distance as if telling me we were nothing more than strangers.
"Look," He began, "We need to give this time."
The kindness had ebbed away from his body.
"Give what time?" I bluntly asked.
"Taking this slow is the best for both of us," He quoted, gravely.
His hazel eyes shined ever so brightly and it was a pain to even look at them when I knew he didn't regard me at all.
"You're still a student and my company demands me. I can't consider something as huge as marriage at this crucial stage of our lives."
Our lives.
That echoed in my head.
"Then what are we doing? Wasting time?"
"No, that's what you decipher from this?"
"It seems to be like that to me at least."
He leaned against the wall, averting his gaze to the garden.
I asked, "Weren't all these things leading to marriage in the end?"
I knew I should've put myself in his shoes before speaking, but that'd been useless.
I took a sharp inhale, the moments we shared in our short time together clogging my mind, "The day we first met was for the sole purpose of this. Our parents introduced us to each other with the idea of marriage in their mind."
Silence prevailed and I realized how quiet the entire house had become.
He crossed his arms against his bulky chest. His musty cologne, still strong, had been diffused into the large guest room, "But, that wasn't the first time we met."
An uneasy sensation emerged from within me, "What do you mean?"
I looked at the man in front of me with a different gaze. It'd have been impossible to forget a face like his and the aura radiating from him could've captured me immediately.
