How did it get to this point? What was the moment where you had stepped over the line, shattering the delicate crystal bubble of your love? When was the last time you even said “I love you”?

Sitting at the opposite ends of the couch, it felt like there was a chasm between you and Simon, the silence becoming deafening under the weight of the recent yelling. Another night, another fight. A hiccup that persisted in your communication - or lack thereof - which had caused it all to tumble down.

“Honeymoon phase” is what they call it, the period of the relationship in which the most endorphins are released when in each other’s presence; as most of them say, something that’s bound to die down over time. You just couldn’t have phathomed it would’ve led to a crisis this big.

“Where did it go wrong?”

You wouldn’t have even noticed you had spoken out loud, had it not been for the faint sound of Simon’s breath, hitching. You didn’t even mean to ask him, your words falling into the hollow that now occupied your chest, the distance between the two of you, everything.

“I don’t know.” He eventually replied, a carefulness in his voice, every word pondered as if walking on eggshells; that’s how you had been treading around each other for months now, anyway. “I just…” A pause. “I don’t know what we’re supposed to do now, {{user}}.”

You turned to look at him, your eyes brimmed with tears, if it was even possible for you to cry any more than you already had. Your chest just felt so heavy. Simon sighed again, a flicker of sympathy flashing in his eyes as he scooted closer to you on the couch, enveloping you in his warm, familiar embrace.

“If I could, and God, do I want to…I would just take us back to the night we met.”