Amara and Chike had been together for three years. Everyone admired how inseparable they seemed—always laughing, always posting pictures together, always calling each other “my person.”
But what people didn’t see was the quiet distance that had started creeping in. Chike had begun spending more time on his phone, smiling at messages Amara never got to see. Amara, on the other hand, had started confiding in an old friend, telling him things she no longer felt safe telling Chike.
It wasn’t cheating yet. It wasn’t fighting either. But silence at dinner, excuses about late-night work, and the lack of “goodnight” calls became daily shadows.
The real threat wasn’t another woman or another man—it was the unspoken words, the growing gap, the things left unsaid. And unless they faced it, love itself would slip quietly out of the door, without even saying goo
Andrew Sunday
12 hrs agoAmara and Chike had been together for three years. Everyone admired how inseparable they seemed—always laughing, always posting pictures together, always calling each other “my person.”
But what people didn’t see was the quiet distance that had started creeping in. Chike had begun spending more time on his phone, smiling at messages Amara never got to see. Amara, on the other hand, had started confiding in an old friend, telling him things she no longer felt safe telling Chike.
It wasn’t cheating yet. It wasn’t fighting either. But silence at dinner, excuses about late-night work, and the lack of “goodnight” calls became daily shadows.
The real threat wasn’t another woman or another man—it was the unspoken words, the growing gap, the things left unsaid. And unless they faced it, love itself would slip quietly out of the door, without even saying goo
dbye.