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A Love That Turned Cold
I remember when Liam and I were everything to each other.
It feels like a lifetime ago now, but back then, our love was warm and easy, like sunlight filtering through the curtains on a lazy Sunday morning.
Liam used to leave little notes for me everywhere — tucked inside my bag, stuck to the bathroom mirror, even scribbled on the back of receipts.
“You make my world brighter,” he’d write.
Or sometimes, just a simple “I love you.”
And I knew he meant it.
I could see it in the way he’d pull me closer when we walked down the street or how he’d cup my face like I was something precious.
I loved him just as fiercely.
I’d spend hours planning small surprises — his favourite snacks, thoughtful gifts, playlists that reminded me of him.
I knew what made him smile, what comforted him when he was stressed, what made him feel safe.
But somewhere along the way, things changed.
Slowly at first, like a chill creeping in before winter fully arrives.
The notes stopped.
The thoughtful gestures I once knew by heart faded.
