The way he looked at me the other night made my heart sad.
The way he looked at me was not the way he used to look at me.
Once caring, accepting, and loving windows to his soul now seem dulled, annoyed, and fed up.
I want to ask “do you still love me?” but I am afraid my heart might explode if the answer is no.
I feel like I am losing him.
I don’t know what I did wrong. Everything seemed so right.
I cry into the night and pray that it will all be alright.