After a week away, I returned home to find our backyard transformed. What was once a serene garden now featured a gaping hole, roughly six feet deep and ten feet wide. My heart sank. I rushed inside to find my partner.
“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He looked up from his chair, his face pale. “I… I didn’t know how to tell you.”
Confused, I followed him outside. “Who did this?”
He hesitated before replying, “I did.”
My mind raced. “Why?”
He took a deep breath. “I thought if I dug deep enough, I’d find the courage to tell you… I’ve been hiding something.”
I stared at him, waiting for him to continue.
“I’ve been struggling with our relationship,” he admitted. “I thought maybe if I dug into the earth, I’d uncover the strength to face our issues. But instead, I just found more questions.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. “So, this hole… it’s a metaphor?”
He nodded. “Yes. A symbol of the distance growing between us.”
I sat on the edge of the hole, overwhelmed. “And now?”
He joined me, his hand reaching for mine. “Now, we fill it. Together.”
