One day, everything is normal— and the next, something feels off. Your mood shifts. Your energy towards me feels different. The way you talk to me… softer, distant. Silence becomes awkward, like we’ve run out of things to say, like we’ve run out of us. And I start shrinking myself, holding parts of me back, just so you don’t look at me like I’m too much. Everything changes. From seeing each other every day, to missing a day… to missing a week… to not seeing each other at all. Texting fades. Plans disappear. And I stop expecting you to show up. The spark doesn’t break— it dissolves, slowly, quietly, like sugar in hot water. And before I even notice… it’s gone. Am I losing you? Or have I already? I’m sorry. It’s probably my fault. It always is, at least in your eyes. I’m never right. I’m always too much, or not enough. And now I know— things will never be the same. Never like before. Never again.