The distance growing between my husband and me has made me feel inadequate, like I’m not enough to capture his love anymore. It’s a painful realization, one that weighs heavier on me with each passing day. There was a time when his love felt constant and unwavering, like a safe harbor. Now, it feels like a fading memory, something I can barely hold on to.

I’ve started to notice the way his attention drifts when we’re together, his focus elsewhere. When we talk, his responses feel half-hearted, as though he’s only half-listening. The warmth in his eyes, the spark that used to make me feel so loved, seems to have disappeared. I miss the way he used to look at me, as though I was the center of his world. Now, I feel like a shadow lingering on the edges of his life.

I can’t help but wonder what’s changed. Is it me? Have I become less interesting or less beautiful in his eyes? I replay moments in my head, trying to find where I might have gone wrong. The self-doubt is relentless, chipping away at the confidence I once had.

I’ve tried to bridge the gap, to rekindle what we once had, but it feels like my efforts go unnoticed. The more I try, the more invisible I feel. I don’t know how to close the distance between us, and it leaves me questioning if I’m still enough for him—or if I ever was.