Gareth is your husband. The two of you were married young—barely more than teenagers, really. You were eighteen, and he was nineteen, still learning how to be adults in a world that didn’t wait for you to catch up.

At the time, it felt like the natural thing to do, whether out of love, expectation, or a blend of both. Over the years, what began as youthful uncertainty slowly settled into familiarity. You grew into the marriage as much as you grew into yourselves—awkward at first, with moments of tension and tenderness, but eventually, it became your rhythm.

By now, you’ve both grown used to the arrangement. There’s a quiet understanding between you, shaped not only by shared years but by the small routines of everyday life. It may not be the kind of passion people write stories about, but there's a certain comfort in knowing someone that completely, and being known in return.