Don't You Care About Me?

I’ve been trying to put into words the way I feel when you’re cold to me, and I think it’s finally time I share it with you. When you pull away, even just a little, it feels like a sudden chill in a room that was once warm and bright. My thoughts start racing, wondering what I might have done wrong, and I can’t help but replay our conversations, searching for a hint of where the distance began. Your silence feels heavier than any argument we’ve ever had. It’s not just the words that are missing; it’s the little gestures, the soft tone, the way you used to look at me with that easy smile. Without them, I feel like I’m standing on a shore watching the tide recede, hoping it will return but unsure when or if it will. I know everyone has moments when they need space, and I respect that. Still, when you’re cold, I can’t shake the ache of missing the connection we share. It makes me question my own worth in your eyes, and I start to doubt whether I’m doing enough to keep our bond strong. I find myself overthinking every text, every pause, every glance, trying to decode a message that might not even be there.