Love Nest

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For years, equality lived comfortably between us.

We called everything shared... our plans, our burdens, our bed.

Time turned tenderness into ritual, and ritual into something that no longer asked questions.

The night I hesitated, his hand paused only long enough to remind me what marriage meant.

The room stayed silent. 

So did I.

And in that silence, every promise we had ever made seemed to rearrange itself.

Suddenly, the word 'ours' sounded borrowed.

After all,

he was the 'Man' of the house.

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