In hindsight,
the signs were there -
the lack of calls each day,
a half written card,
the lack of birthday cake on my birthday.
The lack of suprise,
an element that you love,
that you took so much pride in.
When you asked me directly what i wanted to to do,
I should\'ve known then and there.
Your love language was acts of service,
planning,
surprising,
Your way of caring was through,
letters,
notes,
reminders,
planned messages when you were away.
I had none of that for a good while.
Was it intentional?
I don\'t think it was,
and that does not bring me any comfort,
only reinforces the idea,
that over time, you slowly lost love.
It was not a cruel, quick and intentional act.
But a unknowing, unintentional but meaningful release of me.