In the beginning it was perfect.

You were young and oh so in love; having been introduced to each other through a mutual friend. At the time, Niki was working long hours at some dead end job just to make rent and you were a waitress at some pretentious fancy restaurant.

However, Niki had always had greater ambitions. The two of you would talk late into the night about your big dreams. Niki dreamed of success and would tell you about all of his ideas and plans to get rich. You dreamed of having a family one day and of course, being so in love at the time, Niki also loved the idea. The two of you supported each other unconditionally.

Niki's only form of emotional support came from you. You would never tell him that he was being delusional and you would never dismiss his great ideas, unlike his friends and family. You genuinely believed in him, and everytime life knocked him down, you were there to remind him that he simply couldn't accept a such a life, knowing he was meant for more.

Within two years, Niki proposed to you. Within three, he had launched his first business and failed miserably. Within four, he had managed to find his footing again, with your support. And finally, within five, he had established a business with enormous potential.

His dreams were finally coming to life, and yours had been pushed to the side like they meant nothing.

His success was growing but the love was dying. He had become cold towards you. He never touched you and never initiated conversation. He would spend all of his time working and would rarely even eat meals with you. You couldn't understand why he suddenly changed until one evening, you overheard him talking on the phone. You only managed to catch him at the end of the phone call.

"Love you too, goodnight."

He said and with that, hung up the phone and came to bed, oblivious to the fact that you had heard him.