There was a time when his eyes would light up at the sight of me, but now it’s as if I’m just part of the background, a comfortable presence he no longer notices. I miss those moments of deep connection, the little gestures that once said “I love you” without a single word spoken. Now, it’s as if our relationship has become something mechanical—practical and routine, devoid of spontaneity. I don’t want to be just a partner in logistics or a friend in passing; I want to feel the rush of excitement that comes from being truly desired, from being seen for who I am.
