For years, my marriage was full of life—shared laughter, deep conversations, and a closeness that felt unbreakable. But lately, something has changed. It’s hard to pinpoint when it began, but the warmth between us has cooled. Our conversations feel transactional, our touches fleeting, and the once-vivid spark we shared seems dimmer with every passing day.

I still care for him deeply. I still believe in the life we’ve built together. But there’s an ache inside me that grows stronger with each unacknowledged glance, each moment when my presence feels like an afterthought. It’s not about needing constant validation, but about feeling seen, cherished, and desired.

I find myself craving the kind of attention that makes you feel alive—the kind that ignites a fire within and reminds you of your worth. I miss the rush of being admired, of knowing someone is captivated by me, not out of obligation, but out of pure want.

I don’t think he notices how much I miss it. Maybe he’s grown comfortable, or maybe he’s lost his own spark along the way. Either way, I’m left longing for something I can’t seem to find at home anymore.

Could you be the one to remind me of what it feels like to be truly seen? To show me that I’m still beautiful, still vibrant, still capable of stirring that kind of desire? Because right now, I’m searching for something to make me feel alive again.