What If? Really, What If?
What if. Really, what if.
What if I had an arranged marriage partner chosen by my family, and I ended up living with them? How would that feel? Of course it would vary from person to person, but in my case, it turned out far better than I’d expected. We cooked meals together, studied together, played together, talked about each other’s interests, and as we shared a roof, unexpected little incidents kept happening. We even ended up with secrets only the two of us could ever know. That’s why every single day felt fresh.
……But.
“Hey.”
“Yes?”
Having an arranged marriage partner decided by the family. And living together with that person.
“Aren’t you going home?”
“This is my home, though?”
The fact that this person had no intention of leaving for their own house.
I was starting to want a little time to myself now. There were plenty of things I needed to handle alone.
No matter how much time passed, they still wouldn’t leave our house.
“No, stop joking. When are you actually going home?”
“I’m not going. I’ll be right by your side for the rest of our lives, you know?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“……For real?”
“For real.”
“……”
It kept going. On and on. Forever.