Things have grown distant between my husband and me, like two ships slowly drifting apart in the night. Once, there was a time when a single look could say everything, when his eyes would light up just from seeing me walk into a room. But now, I feel invisible, as though I’m fading into the background of our shared life. I catch myself wondering if he even notices me anymore, if he still sees me as the woman he once fell for. There’s a part of me that aches for that recognition, that spark that used to be so effortless.

I think back to when we first met, how I felt like the most captivating woman in the world. I had a confidence, a sense of allure that felt natural. I would laugh freely, smile without hesitation, and wear my heart on my sleeve. But over time, as life’s demands piled up—work, bills, the daily grind—that side of me seemed to slip away. Now, I’m left wondering if it’s still there at all.

Maybe it’s not just about him seeing me. Maybe, somewhere along the way, I stopped seeing myself. I stopped celebrating the woman I am, the woman I used to be, and let the routine of life dull my own sense of self-worth. It’s a lonely feeling, standing on this edge, wanting to be seen, but not knowing if I’m still that woman worth noticing.

But deep down, I feel the spark flickering. Perhaps it’s time to rediscover myself—not just for his eyes but for my own heart. Maybe I need to learn to see myself as captivating again, to reclaim that allure I once took for granted. Because I deserve to feel beautiful and worthy, whether anyone else notices or not.