We were so close to falling apart. The fights weren’t even about what we said they were about.

We were so close to falling apart. The fights weren’t even about what we said they were about.

Dishes, bills, mess in the hallway—those were just excuses. The truth was, I felt invisible. And I know you did too. We started living like strangers under the same roof. I honestly thought we were done. Then one night, out of nowhere, you whispered, ‘Thank you for still trying.’ That one sentence hit harder than every fight we ever had. Because it reminded me—there’s still something here worth saving. I use an app called quiet effort. It keeps me from forgetting that love doesn’t die from big betrayals… it dies when we stop noticing each other.