The ocean is calling her and she wants to answer.
He will now begin to withdrawal.
He will start to be too busy.
He will become distant.
Hugs will happen less.
There will be much fewer kisses.
He will start to communicate less with me about things that matter and even more less about the random conversation topics.
This is how it happens.
A pattern as rich and aged as my grandmother’s quilt.
I can sense it happening just as it all begins. Slowly at first and then he’s just done. With it all. With me.
He will begin to withdrawal.
well maybe the right person with wrong timing
if that even makes sense