Once, I cheerfully awaited her constant calls. Every text message received was instantly replied to. We talked constantly from the time we woke up, till sleep hit us at night. We spent dozens of hours on the phone. Stolen lunches and nights were spent wrapped up in each others arms. Snuggling was tight and comfortable and happy.
Somehow, things started to go wrong and we grew distant. Calls were fewer between and the conversations became cool and uncomfortable frustrations grew. Incidences cropped up between us and minor annoyances from things we did (or didn’t do) multiplied. Now she hardly responds to my far fewer calls and texts. Passion cools and the formerly vibrant emotional connection begins to crack and break.