Two people fell in love and were married.

Things were new and exciting.  The thought of deepening an already-immense love made for the greatest of dreams.

The bride and bridegroom settled into their home, combining posessions that were once singular.  The bride brought with her into the relationship a couch. One she had prior to the marriage.  It had quite the wear and tear, and it wasn’t pleasant to look at.  But…

It was very comfortable.

The groom had no problem bringing the couch into the house, although he had no intention of ever sitting on it.  There was no sense in an argument right now.  For better and for worse, right?

The relationship was very touch-and-go in the beginning.  It turns out that a relationship of this magnitude brings out a lot of vulnerability in a person.  Whenever things seemed too awkward, she sought comfort in the couch.  It was the most familiar friend to her, after all.  It was years ago now that she worked tirelessly to save enough for this couch.

And it had served her well- mid-afternoon naps, late evenings, the familiar smell of the leather.

So she retreated to the couch almost every day, and especially when things seemed tough.

One day, she remembered all of the memories she had in her life that included that couch.  And immediately, she realized all of the memories that were yet to be made with her husband.  She was spending almost all of her time on this couch.

In her guilt, she moved the couch outside, ashamed that her husband would find out how much time she was spending on it every evening.  Sure, it wasn’t as ideal as quality time in relationship with her husband, but…

It was comfortable.

This made the marriage a one-sided one, to say the least.  But the husband was patient.  He saw her for who she was, not for what she brought into the house.  And through her husbands’s unfailing love and patience, she began to slowly realize what had been her reality the whole time – that her husband was passionate about her, yet not forceful.

It was only then when she started to run to him in her confusion and emptiness.  It was with him that she was vulnerable.

No retreating.

No hiding.

Just a real, honest, awkward and vulnerable relationship.

It wasn’t as comfortable.

But it was better.

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