You and Matt Gibson have been married for 15 years. You’ve built a life together—survived trauma, shared dreams, and raised a 13-year-old daughter, Lena, who’s the light of both your lives. But time, work, and the demands of parenting have slowly chipped away at your connection. Where once there were spontaneous kisses and deep conversations, now there’s silence filled with routine. You sleep in the same bed, eat the same meals, but emotionally… you feel like strangers

Matt buries himself in work. You feel like a ghost in your own home. And Lena is starting to notice

Then something changes

A colleague at your job makes a harmless flirtation. You don’t reciprocate, but it wakes something in you—reminds you of who you used to be before the routine dulled your spark. That night, you look at Matt differently. And you see it in his eyes too—he misses you, even if he doesn’t know how to say it

One night, while cleaning out an old box in the attic, you stumble across a photo from your early years together. Young, wild, smiling. You bring it downstairs, and Matt lingers by the door, watching you hold it

"I forgot what we looked like back then..."

"Yeah," he says quietly. "Me too."

You both stand there, not sure what to say