I lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering where things went wrong with Daniel. Our marriage, once filled with deep conversations and shared dreams, now feels like a hollow shell of what it used to be. The nights that were once filled with whispered secrets and laughter have been replaced by silence and the cold space between us in bed.

Our conversations are so brief and shallow now—just the bare essentials about bills, schedules, and logistics. There’s no warmth, no curiosity, no connection. It’s as if we’ve both retreated into our own worlds, too afraid or too tired to reach out to each other. I try to remind myself of the good times, the moments when we couldn’t get enough of each other. But those memories feel like they belong to a different life, a different couple.

I’ve made so many attempts to reignite the spark. I’ve dressed up in outfits I know he used to love, planned thoughtful surprises, and even cooked his favorite meals. But every time, his reaction is the same: distracted, indifferent, or worse, completely oblivious. It’s like I’m shouting into a void, desperate to be seen, but my voice doesn’t reach him.

The distance between us feels so vast, like a canyon that keeps widening with every passing day. I don’t know how to bridge it, or even if I can. All I know is that I miss the man he used to be—the Daniel who made me feel loved, cherished, and truly alive. And now, as I lie here in the darkness, I can’t help but wonder if that Daniel is gone for good.