All a woman wants at the end of the day is to sleep next to her husband, in his bed with him. Feeling all the calmness that she could ever convert from all the anxiety and pain that she had gotten from this world, every night she tries to do so.
While the husband on the other hand tries to pull his wife even more closer towards his chest covering her up with the help of his arms. Trying to feel the sense of guarding her in the most natural and effective way from all the pain that he somehow can feel in her eyes everyday, which her words denies to support and maybe sometimes there are no words for her to explain those hurts.
This is how sacred a marriage is. ❤