Dear Reader,
I know that right now you feel lost.
There is a silence between you that weighs like a boulder.
You wonder how a romance that once made your heart tremble could have turned into such a cold and distant shadow.
One minute you experience the intoxication of love, the exhilaration of looking forward to going home to be with her.
The next, the distance between you seems an insurmountable chasm.
The loss of desire is a silent pain.
It is never a resounding disaster, but something more insidious: a slow shutdown, a routine that drains you from the inside.
Until one day you wake up and realize that you no longer know who you are to each other.
It happens overnight, without you realizing it.
How do I know?
Because I've been there myself.
I have experienced the burden of forced conversations, of awkward silence that was once filled with complicity.
With Elizabeth we made love so infrequently that I sometimes wondered if it still made sense to call it “making love”.
And when it did, it was all so fast, so meaningless.
It was like a list to check off:
✓ done that, too.