METAPHOR OF US

"She is the girl who claims she needs no one to hold her, he is the man who holds her like his life belongs to her."
She never planned to tell anyone.
Not about the name she carries in secret.
Not about the life she built in the dark,
quietly, carefully,
while the world only ever saw the surface of her.
Then came an arranged marriage.
A terrace that became theirs without either of them deciding it.
And a man of few words who somehow learned every single one of hers.
He was the first person she ever let see it -
not all of it. just enough.
just the truth at the surface.
And he didn't flinch.
He didn't shift.
He just.. stayed.
She didn't know what to do with the person who stayed.