Tears welled up as the pieces fell into place. The distance I had sensed wasn’t emotional; it was simply exhaustion from everything he was juggling. Our marriage hadn’t been drifting apart—he had been trying to strengthen it without overwhelming me. As the plane continued its journey through soft clouds, I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling an unexpected calm settle over me. Sometimes love doesn’t fade; it simply changes shape, waiting for us to notice. And sometimes the truth isn’t something to fear but something that reminds us of the quiet devotion happening behind the scenes. By the time we landed, the weight on my heart had lifted. What began as a trip to fix our marriage had transformed into a journey toward understanding, gratitude, and a renewed beginning neither of us saw coming.
