I never thought I would question my marriage, but there we were—sitting in silence, avoiding each other’s eyes, pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t. My husband and I had been together for almost a decade. In the beginning, we couldn’t get enough of each other. But over the years, life got in the way. Work stress, financial struggles, and the sheer exhaustion of daily routines chipped away at what we had. Conversations became brief. Laughter faded. We were just two people existing under the same roof, going through the motions. One night, after yet another meaningless argument about something trivial, he sighed and said, "Do you even love me anymore?" That question hit me harder than I expected. Not because I didn’t love him, but because I had stopped showing it. And I knew I wasn’t the only one. I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I reached for his hand, something I hadn’t done in a long time. "I do. But I don’t know when we stopped trying." We talked for hours that night. We cried. We admitted to taking each other for granted. And we made a promise—no more coasting, no more assuming. We would make an effort, every single day, to love each other like we used to. It wasn’t an instant fix, but it was a start. And sometimes, that’s all you need—a moment of honesty to remind you why you fell in love in the first place. If you’re feeling distant from someone you love, don’t wait for things to fall apart. Talk, reach out, fight for it. Love doesn’t disappear—it just needs to be nurtured.