It’s the little things. How you don’t say “I love you” first anymore, ever. You don’t touch me at night or try to cuddle. You won’t wake from my kisses though you’ll wake when I light a smoke or I move your phone. How you talk about your day with my friends when they’re here but not with me. How you don’t put any effort into including me in your hangouts. How you never look at me like you did before. Your kisses feel bland. What changed in all these years? You were once scared to the bone to lose me and now though we live in the same home it’s like you go forever without speaking to me. I try so hard to do things for you and you completely ignore etiquette. You’re so selfish.