little things.

I started to notice when before you left for work you weren’t kissing me goodbye. I started to notice when I saw you looking at other women the way you use to look at me. I started to notice when we had date nights but there was nothing to talk about anymore. I started to notice when you started to take later shifts for work. I started to notice the way you would walk past me and not say a thing or even look at me. I started to notice when after the kids were put to bed all we would ever do is fight as if that’s what we were born to do. I started to notice when you weren’t putting the same amount of effort as I did. I started to notice the way your words and tones of voice were sounding different. I started to notice that you weren’t loving me the way you use to with you even telling me. I guess it was just the little things.