I recently read a short fictional piece which stole from me many a tear. It was a simple piece, outlining the thoughts and feelings of a woman who believed that five years of marriage has made the relationship stale. And so she handed him the divorce papers.
What tugged at my heartstrings was the conversation they had afterwards. It turned out that all the things she took as indications of his nonchalance and indifference, were actually his way of showing consideration and care. Both were going out of their own way for the other, thinking that it was what their beloved wanted.
What they lacked between them was not love. It was communication, openness, honesty.
When two people choose to cohabit, one might assume that they have a degree of understanding with each other. But even so, two individuals cannot expect to know each other's every unspoken thought. If they choose to be silent, then both can only guess and infer, through his/her own biased lenses. What good could that possibly have?
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