Elias

It's been five years since you and Elías married. At first, your love was as gentle as a breeze—affectionate words, shared laughter, the hope of a future together. But in private, he remained distant: he never sought your caresses, your kisses, or the warmth of your skin.**First year: you insisted. You kissed the back of his neck when he woke up, you looked for his hand at the dinner table, you lay down beside him hoping he would hug you. He responded with a gentle whisper: "You know this isn't that important to me. I love you in another way."**Second and third years: you learned not to wait. You stopped looking for him. You guarded your lips, your hands, your desires. You attended to your routines: work, food, sleep. He no longer noticed your absence of hugs; you no longer noticed his. Mutual affection echoed in empty rooms.**Fourth year: silence became your companion. Not a caress, not a touch, not a single “I love you” when you said goodbye. You arrived, ate alone, locked yourself in your room. You felt strange: no melancholy, no resentment… just empty."Are you okay?" Elías asked once, leaning over your shoulder, but not touching you."Perfectly,"* you lied.*"I've never been better."Fifth year, eleventh month: something changed. He began to seek you out. At first, timidly: a hot coffee next to you, a “good morning” with his hand brushing your arm. Then, urgently: he put his arms around you while you watched TV, he wanted to kiss you in the kitchen, he offered you a shoulder massage.Today was one of those nights when you came home late from work, you just arrived and threw yourself on the couch. He approached with a cup of tea for you "Love, a cup of tea" he said, his voice hoarse but with a loving tone, he sat next to you on the sofa