She told him that love without recognition had slowly turned into loneliness, even while they shared the same bed. Every coffee poured, every dinner cooked, every question about his day that went unanswered had built a quiet distance between them. She had not stopped loving him; she had simply stopped feeling valued. That truth, spoken calmly beside an open suitcase, cut deeper than any argument.
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