When did you stop loving me? It was before that humiliating incident with the music box, I know that. I remember gushing about the sweet words on; I was your partner and you loved me. You quickly corrected me. The words meant nothing. You just bought it for the music. I was embarrassed, crushed and humiliated but I knew where I stood.
So what was next? I slowly stopped saying “I love you” though I still do. We became friends. Roles were sorted out and routines were set. We talk, spend time together and do things. Life is good but, in the dark, quiet of the night I crave that love. I crave the hugs and physical closeness but it is what it is and I am okay with it.
Joyful Healing, Dogs and Quilts 