The House of Duties- Her story and His story

Two people. one house.. A thousand silence.. she aches for a heart, he carries the weight of promises.. Both griving a love that neither knows how to reach anymore..
This is not a story of a villains or heroes..
It is a story of two souls- living together, Loving differently, hearting quietly..
Sometimes the greatest heartbreak isn't in leaving -
It is staying without ever arriving.

The House of Duties- Her story

We are together.
My sister-in-law says,
“You are so lucky with my brother.”
My friends say,
“You are so lucky — your husband knows your favorite fruit,
He carries extra of everything when you travel,
He never lets you walk alone.”

They say,
“He checks every box of the perfect man.”

They even say,
“He is such a loving father — look how perfect he is with your kids!”

And I smile.
I say yes.
He is perfect.

But still, I live in a house made of duties.

My house has every comfort one can ask for —
And yet it lacks the one thing I crave:
Warmth.

I never asked for checkboxes.
I asked for a heart.

I asked for someone who would watch me silently,
And maybe smile when I dance in the rain.

Someone who would not just carry umbrellas,
But share one with me,
So close that I could hear his heartbeat
Against the storm.

I wanted him to walk with me —
Not ahead of me,
Not behind me,
But with me.

I don’t blame him.
He is perfect.
He just isn’t perfect for me.

Because his heart doesn’t belong to me.
Maybe it never did


The House of Duties - His story

I am here.
I bring home the groceries.
I carry the bags on holidays.
I remember her favorite fruit.
I hold my child’s hand crossing the street.
I pay the bills.
I fix the broken shelves.
Take her parents to doctors.
I answer every call of duty.

I do everything
Except the one thing she really needs.

I cannot give her my heart.
Because it is buried somewhere in a place even I cannot reach.

I watch her dance in the rain from a distance.
I remember when love felt like that — wild, reckless, alive.

But that man —
The one who could have loved her the way she deserves —
He died quietly, a long time ago.

All that is left is me.
A man who keeps his promises,
But no longer knows how to dream.

I am sorry.
For being here.
And for not truly being here.