I never thought we would be the kind of couple that reached a breaking point, but one night, we did. My wife and I had been married for six years. We had built a life together, filled with routines, responsibilities, and unspoken frustrations. We weren’t fighting, but we also weren’t really talking. We were just… there. One night, after another silent dinner, she finally said it. “Are we even happy anymore?” I didn’t know how to answer. I wanted to say yes, that of course we were, but deep down, I knew what she meant. We had become strangers in our own home, two people sharing a space but not a connection. And the worst part? I hadn’t even realized it until she said it out loud. We sat in silence for a long time. Then, I did something I hadn’t done in a while—I told her the truth. I told her that I missed her, that I missed us. That I wasn’t sure when things changed, but I wanted to fix it. She cried. So did I. And for the first time in years, we really talked. About everything. About how we had both felt disconnected but were too afraid to admit it. About how love doesn’t just disappear, but it does require effort. About how neither of us wanted to give up. That night, we didn’t find a magical solution. But we did find something just as important—a willingness to fight for each other. And that was enough to start again. If you feel like you’re losing the person you love, don’t wait until it’s too late. Speak up. Listen. Try. Because sometimes, love isn’t about never struggling—it’s about choosing to fight through the struggle together.