Marriage isn’t easy. I knew that going in, but no one really prepares you for the moments when love feels more like a choice than a feeling. My wife and I have been together for eight years. In the beginning, we were inseparable. Late-night drives, long conversations, constant laughter—it felt effortless. But over time, things shifted. Work, stress, and responsibilities piled up. We became more like roommates than partners, passing each other in the kitchen, exchanging short conversations that lacked any real depth. One night, after another silent dinner, she put her fork down and looked at me. "Do you even see me anymore?" she asked. Her voice wasn’t angry, just tired. And for the first time in a long time, I really looked at her—really saw her. I saw the woman who had been my best friend, the one who used to light up every time I walked into a room. And I realized I had stopped trying. That night, we talked. Really talked. We laid everything out—the resentment, the exhaustion, the fear that maybe we had lost something we couldn’t get back. And then we made a choice: to fight for each other. To stop taking our love for granted. To put in the effort, even when life got in the way. It’s been a few months since that conversation, and things aren’t perfect. But we’re trying. We’re choosing each other every day. And sometimes, that’s what love really is—not just a feeling, but a commitment to keep showing up. If you’re in that place, where everything feels distant, don’t wait for it to fall apart. Talk. Listen. Choose to fight for what matters. Because love doesn’t just fade—it just needs to be nurtured.