stopped appreciating the
small moments. You didn’t roll over in bed and embrace
each other anymore. You didn’t hold hands in public
anymore, you didn’t kiss deeply. You didn’t
acknowledge the beauty of it anymore, you didn’t take a
second to step back and simply admire what you had in front of
you. You stopped choosing each other. You didn’t make
time alone a priority. You started working your relationship
around your life, rather than striving to work your life around
your relationship. You didn’t set aside nights for each
other, you didn’t plan dates anymore. You started missing
pieces of each other’s life — his award ceremony,
her art show; his mother’s birthday party, her
graduation. You stopped making an effort, you stopped being
there for one another. You stopped embracing the little things
that made you fall for them. You stopped laughing at their
terrible jokes, stopped smiling whenever they would sing in the
shower. You stopped appreciating their sensitivity, you stopped
making an effort to learn them and understand them. You stopped
telling them every single day what they meant to you. You
stopped telling him he was handsome, you stopped calling her
beautiful. You stopped letting them know that you appreciated
them, that you felt lucky to have them in your life. You just
assumed that they knew. Little by little, you got swallowed up
in the routine of it all. You stopped growing together, and
started growing a part. You stopped loving them the way they
deserved to be loved; you stopped fighting for them the way
they needed to be fought for. Little by little, you stopped
trying. Little by little, you lost them.