When Things Changed
There is a particular kind of pain that comes from knowing something is wrong but not knowing exactly what it is.
That was where I was.
I could feel the distance.
I could see the changes.
But I didn't have the explanation I wanted.
At first, I tried to convince myself that everything was normal.
Maybe I'm overthinking.
Maybe she's just busy.
Maybe things will go back to the way they were.
But deep down, I knew something had changed.
She stopped showing up as we had agreed.
Our time together became less frequent.
Sometimes I would call, and she would hang up.
Other times, she simply wouldn't answer.
I couldn't understand what was happening.
I had never experienced a situation like that before.
I had spent so much time with her that I couldn't simply pretend everything was fine.
I told her that we needed to talk.
She told me she was fine.
But I wasn't convinced.
I started worrying about what would happen.
At night, I thought about her.
During the day, I wondered what had changed.
I tried to find an explanation.
What did I do wrong?
Was there something I hadn't noticed?
Was there someone else?
How did we get here?
There were no answers.
Only uncertainty.
I insisted that we meet so we could solve whatever was happening...