I remember I used to date this guy, some years back. He used to wake up really early in the morning to go to work. Every morning on the way to work, he would send me a text to tell me good morning, and that he loved me. And everyday I would wake up, and smile.
A few months into our relationship, the good morning messages started becoming scarcer and more infrequent, until they stopped altogether. I would be sad, without particular reason, and he would question why. Then they would start again, but it's not the same. Now they felt like a liability, a chore, something that needs to be dealt with. And I never understood why, until now.
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