When we first began this journey together, it felt like we were crafted from the same starry night, two souls colliding in a cosmic dance of love and passion. You were my sun, radiating warmth and light, and I was your moon, reflecting that glow back at you. Every glance you threw my way was charged with electricity; every touch ignited a fire deep within me. You couldn’t keep your hands off me, and neither could I resist the siren call of your embrace.

In those early days, nights were filled with whispered promises and shared dreams. You would hold me close, your arms enveloping me like a fortress. I felt safe, cherished, and undeniably desired. We were perfect. Or so I thought.

But as the days turned into months, I began to notice the subtle shift in your demeanor. It was as if the vibrant colors of our love began to fade, replaced by the dull shades of indifference. At night, the warmth of your body used to be my sanctuary; now, I would lie awake, feeling the chill of your absence as you rolled over without hesitation. The space between us grew wider, a chasm filled with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. I felt unwanted, unsatisfied—adrift in a sea of confusion.

Your words still held the sweet taste of affection, but your actions told a different story. You would...