The courtroom was calm, yet heavy. Papers shuffled, murmurs lingered, and the air carried the weight of endings.
Among the crowd sat a couple, once husband and wife, now strangers in the same space, waiting to dissolve what they had built together.
When their names were called, they rose. And everyone noticed.
They were wearing the same fabric. Same colour. Same design. Matching from head to toe.
A pause fell over the room. Even the judge looked up.
The lawyer, adjusting his glasses, smiled softly:
“Please… go and come back when you’re serious.”
Quiet laughter rippled around, but the couple didn’t laugh. Their eyes met, and for a moment, weeks of distance vanished.
Memories flooded back:
Choosing that very fabric for their wedding day.
Late nights cooking together, laughing over small things.
Arguments that grew sharp, pride that built walls, silence that stretched too long.
Now, here they were, wearing the same clothes to end what had once begun in unity.
The lawyer’s words lingered like truth wrapped in gentle humour. Sometimes, we rush to destroy what we haven’t stopped loving. Hurt, ego, and exhaustion cloud the quiet, persistent whisper of love.
As they left side by side, no one knew what came next. But one thing was clear: some bonds aren’t easily untied. They simply wait for humility to speak.
Lesson
Before giving up on what once mattered, pause. Ask yourself:
Is it truly over, or are we just tired of trying?
Sometimes, love doesn’t die; it waits, quietly, for us to remember how to care again.
