I once believed love would feel like home,safe, warm, and unbreakable. But now, I live in a marriage where silence says more than words ever did. My husband, Ethan, is still here, but he feels far away. We talk less, feel less, and drift further every day without ever saying goodbye. I notice everything now,the distance in his eyes, the late nights, the way my name no longer sounds like it matters to him. And I keep asking myself… Am I holding on to love, or just the memory of it? Because in my world, silence is no longer empty,it is where love slowly dies.