No one talks about how love can slowly turn into distance.
Not from betrayal or fights…
but from exhaustion, routine, unspoken pain. 💭💔
You sit next to someone you once dreamed of,
and feel… nothing.
No spark, no anger — just silence.
You pass each other like strangers in the same kitchen.
“Did you feed the cat?”
“Don’t forget milk.”
That’s all. 🥛🐾
What happened to the long talks at night?
The laughter over silly things?
The warmth of just being close?
The truth is — life gets loud.
Work, kids, stress, bills…
They all pile up.
And without realizing it,
we stop seeing each other.
We become teammates in survival,
but not lovers in connection.
Crisis doesn’t always look like drama.
Sometimes, it’s two people holding on…
but forgetting why. 😞🤝
But here's the hope:
If there is still respect,
still a small spark — even hidden —
there is a way back. 🕯️
It takes honesty. Vulnerability.
A willingness to say:
“I miss us.”
“I feel alone next to you.”
“I want to fight for this.”
It takes two people
who are brave enough to look at the cracks
and choose to repair them,
instead of pretending they’re not there. 🧱🛠️
Because real love isn’t always butterflies.
Sometimes it’s staying during the storm.
Sometimes it's rebuilding after the silence.
And sometimes, it’s choosing each other — again and again. 💞