Watching Love Fade in Silence

My husband stopped looking at me the way he used to, and I noticed it in the smallest

things first. He used to pause mid-sentence just to stare at my face like he was memorizing

it. Now his eyes drift past me to his phone, to the TV, to literally anything

else in the room. Last Tuesday, I wore the red dress he bought me for our anniversary,

the one he said made me look like I stepped out of his dreams. He didn't even glance

up from his laptop. I asked him if he wanted to go to our spot by the lake this weekend,

the place where he proposed. He said maybe, which is just a polite way of saying

no. I catch him sighing when I walk into rooms now, like my presence