Last night, I was sitting closer with my husband keeping my hands on him. I has spent enough time with him and then I was bored. I wanted some personal space for me and went to see the sky. I started at the sky full stars with so much satisfaction.

Then coming back to my husband I told him, you know what? The starry night is so beautiful, I love it more than you. He didn't mind what I said, he was smiling non-stop and gracefully.

Yes, I love the starry night more than my husband. Because to me starry night is the universe. It was the universe who gave me my husband. A husband that makes my empty palace a beautiful home that I can't stop feeling the gorgeousness.

Before I meet my husband I saw him on my dreams. I used to feel his love from distance in my head. While laying on bed feeling my dark feelings. I felt his love when I was feeling like hell.

Being tired of loneliness, I used to read, write and listen to music that would give me so much joy. I would go to social media and read to people's funny comments and would think conversations can just be so much funny.

I still telepathically felt his connection and thought what will I do with his love, when the life I have is so amazing and chaotic? Why the hell he wanted to make me isolated and take me into another world of love? I can't live without my world.

After meeting him, I loved him and he loved me. I told him I would love to watch movie, it would give me joy. While going to watch movie, I felt pain in my heart and kept missing him. I watched the movie that used to give me tremendous joy, but now that movie didn't make any sense. All the characters felt like fake and shit.

I broke down as I spent time apart from my husband and he didn't care connecting with me. I couldn't live without writing for engaging and attention. I needed movie and music to feel love. My husband is greater than all those biased movies and music. They don't make any sense to me anymore.
© Nafisa Islam Tisha