Dan’s late nights at work had become so frequent that I barely remembered the last time we had shared a quiet dinner together. The house felt colder, quieter, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was changing between us. I tried to ignore the creeping doubts, but the distance felt real.
I missed him—missed the way he used to walk through the door with a smile, missed the spontaneous kisses in the kitchen, and the way he’d listen to me talk about my day, even when it wasn’t exciting. One evening, after another lonely dinner, I made up my mind to do something special.
