Here’s a short Sufi tale, a timely reminder on the treasure of marriage, no, on the honor of knowing each other:
A lover came to the dwelling of the Beloved and asked to be admitted. “Who is there?” the Beloved asked. “I am here,” the lover answered. The Beloved refused to admit the lover.
After wandering in grief and longing for years, the lover returned to the Beloved and begged to be admitted. “Who is there?” The lover responded, “You alone are there.”
The door opened.