My relationship has been struggling lately, weighed down by silence and routine. Somewhere along the line, we drifted, and I’m no longer sure if we even notice each other in the same way. Appreciation, once present in a gentle look or a kind word, has become a rare, distant memory. It feels as if I’ve become invisible, just another piece in the daily grind that holds us both captive.

I sometimes catch myself wondering if I still have that allure—the spark that made me feel beautiful, seen, and alive. I miss that feeling of being admired, of knowing that someone finds me enchanting. There’s an emptiness in not feeling noticed, an ache I didn’t know would cut this deeply. I realize now how much I crave the assurance that I’m still captivating, still worth a second glance.

It’s not about needing anyone else’s validation to define my worth. Still, it would mean so much to see even a flicker of that spark from my partner. I look in the mirror, studying the face that has carried me through years of love, laughter, and, now, a silent longing. Am I still the person I once believed myself to be? Or has time softened my edges, dulled my shine?

Maybe it’s up to me to rediscover that confidence—to reclaim the allure I miss. I don’t want to fade into the background of my own life. Tonight, I decide that I’ll reconnect with the person I know I am beneath the surface. Tomorrow, I’ll remember my worth is not defined by another’s gaze but by how brightly I allow myself to shine, even if I’m the only one who sees it.