There were two of them—He and She. They had found each other somewhere and were now living the same life, somewhere funny, somewhere salty, in general, the most ordinary life of two very ordinary happy people.
They were happy because they were Together, and it's much better than being alone.
He carried Her in His arms, lit the stars in the sky at night, built a house so that She would have a place to live. And everyone said: "Of course, how not to love him, because he is an ideal! It's easy to be happy with someone like that!" And they listened to everyone and smiled and did not tell anyone that She made Him an ideal: He could not be different, because He was next to Her. It was their little secret.
She waited for Him, met and saw Him off, warmed their house so that He would be warm and cozy there. And everyone said, "Of course! How not to carry it on your hands, because it was created for the family. No wonder he's so happy!" And they just laughed and didn't tell anyone that She was created for a family only with Him and only he could be happy in Her house. It was their little secret.
He walked, stumbled, fell, was disappointed and tired. And everyone said: "Why does She need Him, so beaten and exhausted, because there are so many strong and confident people around." But no one knew that there was no one stronger than Him in the world, because they were Together, and therefore stronger than everyone. It was Her secret.
And She bandaged His wounds, did not sleep at night, was sad and cried. And everyone said: "What did he find in her, because she has wrinkles and bruises under her eyes. After all, what should he choose a young and beautiful one?" But no one knew that She was the most beautiful in the world. Can anyone compare in beauty with the one they love? But that was His secret.
They all lived, loved and were happy. And everyone was perplexed: "How can you not get bored with each other for such a long time? Don't you really want something new?" And they didn't say anything. It's just that there were only two of them, and there were a lot of them, but they were all one at a time, because otherwise they wouldn't have asked about anything. It wasn't their secret, it was something that couldn't be explained, and it wasn't necessary.