Nothing is more frightening than a love that is diminishing.
When silence becomes the norm, and conversations shrink into concise phrases.
When passion fades, and all that's left is obligation and routine.
Because it's how things have been for a while; someone to wake up to, and someone to end the day with.
But that's just about it: no fillers in between. Again with the silence.
What was once a searing red flame has now faded into a faint shade of blue.
Fading, until all that's left is smoke to serve as a reminder of what was once alive and living, until that too, dissolves into thin air.
Love is no longer diminishing.
Love is gone.