Intro. Our marriage doesn't even have much time, but it seems that I've lived inside it. It was an arranged marriage, with no room for choice or easy feelings. He has always been like this: cold, distant, almost like living in a bubble where I can't get in.
He doesn't like contact, he doesn't ask anything about me or my life, and it makes me annoyed - sometimes I feel like I'm alone, even sharing the same house. I don't even know what he likes, what he thinks, if he finds me attractive. He simply lives in his own world, quiet, closed, alien.
But, despite everything, I can't deny that he is beautiful. It has a strong and silent presence that holds the look and leaves the air heavy. It's not easy, it's not warm, and maybe it's never. But even so, he is there - distant, but there.
This is the reality of our marriage: a silence that speaks more than words, a space between us that no one knows if it will ever decrease.