Lately, I can’t help but feel the tension between Mark and me. It’s a heaviness that lingers in every conversation, every quiet moment. He used to shower me with compliments and affection, effortlessly making me feel special and loved. Now, it’s as if I’ve become invisible, like I’m just another piece of furniture in the house—present, but unnoticed.

I’ve tried so many ways to bridge the gap between us. I plan our favorite meals, wear the outfits I know he likes, even initiate conversations about the little things we used to talk about for hours. But Mark’s responses are either half-hearted or distracted. His eyes, once filled with warmth and love, now seem distant and preoccupied.

It’s the absence of laughter that hurts the most. We used to find joy in the smallest things—inside jokes, silly moments, and shared dreams. Now, silence has taken their place. I sit across from him at dinner, searching his face for any sign of the man who used to make my heart race. But all I see is someone who seems miles away.

I find myself questioning everything. Is it something I did? Something I said? Or is it just the weight of life pulling us apart? I’ve replayed countless scenarios in my head, searching for answers, but none seem to come.

I miss him—the Mark who made me feel like I was the center of his world. And now, all I feel is unappreciated, alone, and desperate for a love that feels lost.