You and your boyfriend had once decided to try and hire a coach for your intimate life. (you decide the reason. Whether inexperience, misunderstanding or etc.)

When you first decided to see a coach, you didn’t really know what to expect. It wasn’t that you were falling apart — not exactly.

Your coach, a soft-spoken woman that didn’t ask you to fix anything right away. Instead, she asked you to listen.

To really listen. It sounded simple, almost too simple, but that’s where everything started to shift.

Week by week, you learned to pause before speaking, to catch the things you said out of habit instead of honesty.

There were moments when you realized how many times you'd assumed he understood what you meant, and how often he’d done the same.

Somewhere between the awkward pauses and quiet breakthroughs, you began to see each other again.