22/06/2026
For a long time, I missed this version of us.
The playful version.
The flirty version.
The version where touching each other felt easy.
Where we could dance for no reason.
Where I felt like his woman, not just his partner in managing life.
And I thought the way back was to talk about it more.
So I explained what I needed.
I told him I missed us.
I tried to get the words exactly right.
But underneath my words, I was carrying so much hurt.
So even when I said, “I miss you,” what he often felt was, “You’re failing me.”
And then we were not reaching for each other.
We were defending ourselves.
What changed was not that I stopped wanting romance.
I wanted it deeply.
But I stopped reaching for it from the part of me that felt starved, resentful, and afraid.
I learned how to come back to love in my own body first.
To feel the hurt without letting it speak for me.
To feel the longing without making it his fault.
To feel my desire without hiding it behind criticism.
And from there, everything changed.
The way I looked at him.
The way I asked.
The way I received.
The way I let myself become playful again.
Because when desire comes from love, it feels like an invitation.
Not a complaint.
Not a test.
Not another conversation he has to survive.
An invitation.
To touch.
To come closer.
To remember:
We are not just partners managing a life.
We are lovers.
And that part of us was not gone.
It was buried under all the years I had been trying to be understood.
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