Things with my husband have been rocky lately. I can feel it, even when we’re sitting in the same room, the space between us growing with every passing day. It’s not just the little arguments or the lack of conversation—it’s the silence that lingers longer than it used to, the moments where we just sit there, lost in our own thoughts, rather than engaging like we used to. There’s a distance that wasn’t there before, and I can’t help but feel that it’s not just in our words, but in how we look at each other, too.

I’m starting to question if he still sees me the way he once did. Do I still have that spark for him? Am I still the woman he fell in love with, or have I become someone else—someone too familiar, too comfortable, too ordinary? At times, I look in the mirror and wonder if I’ve let myself go a little. I don’t mean in the physical sense, though I’ll admit I don’t feel as youthful as I once did. It’s more about my energy, my presence. Have I become too wrapped up in the day-to-day routine that I’ve forgotten to be the confident, radiant woman I used to be?

I crave reassurance, a reminder that I’m still beautiful in his eyes, that I still hold his attention. There was a time when the smallest gesture from him—just a look or a touch—made me feel like the most desirable woman in the world. But lately, those moments have been scarce, and with each passing day, I find myself searching for any sign that he still feels the same way about me. It’s hard not to feel invisible when the affection isn’t there, when the compliments are few and far between, when the passion seems to have faded into the background.

I try to remind myself that beauty isn’t just about appearance. It’s about connection, about being seen and heard. But right now, I’m not feeling seen. I’m not feeling heard. And I can’t shake the nagging feeling that maybe I’m not enough anymore.

I know relationships go through phases, and I try to remind myself that this might just be a rough patch. But it’s hard to ignore the fear that maybe we’ve changed too much, maybe we’re growing apart. I want to feel that spark again, to know that he looks at me the same way he once did. I want to feel valued—not just as his partner, but as the woman I am. I’m longing for that reassurance, not from anyone else, but from him. Because if he can make me feel beautiful again, perhaps I can believe it for myself.