You've kept your promises, taken care of me, and stood by me through thick and thin. Your unwavering dedication has earned you endless praise from others. They marvel at my luck in having found someone like you.
But sometimes I wonder if I deserve such devotion. You're not one to sulk over trivial matters, which means I've never had the chance to make amends. You prefer to keep our praise private, which is why others perceive me as fortunate.
Your demeanor remains consistent, whether in public or private, making it difficult to discern any changes in your emotions. After three years together, our relationship feels stagnant. My daily routine remains unchanged – waking up, getting ready, eating breakfast, going to work, returning home, and sleeping. Your presence in my life hasn't altered my habits significantly.
I've lost track of the last time we showed affection – held hands, kissed, or simply connected. The thought of asking for more intimacy frightens me, as I dread your potential anger. Yet, I'm equally afraid that this emotional distance might be our new normal.
