Lately, I can’t shake the feeling that David and I are living parallel lives rather than sharing one. We’re together, but it feels like we’re just following a routine instead of truly connecting. We talk about schedules, chores, and bills, but it’s been ages since we shared a meaningful conversation. There’s no excitement, no laughter—just a hollow kind of coexistence.

I’ve tried reigniting the spark: cooking his favorite meals, planning little getaways, even bringing back some of the romance we used to have. But the response is the same—distant, distracted, almost indifferent. It’s as if the things that once mattered to him don’t even register anymore.

Every night, I lie awake wondering if this is just a phase or the beginning of the end. Sometimes I want to reach over, hold his hand, and ask him if he’s happy. But I’m scared of the answer. I miss the days when we looked at each other with love in our eyes. Now, I’m afraid we’re just roommates, coasting along out of habit rather than love.