They say love is eternal—but the truth is, it needs tending, like a flame that can dim if neglected. For many people in long-term relationships or marriages, the initial spark that once brought warmth and laughter can slowly fade into silence and distance. And while it’s heartbreaking, it’s also deeply human.Falling out of love doesn’t usually happen with a loud crash. It slips in quietly—bit by bit—until one day you realize the relationship you once cherished no longer brings you comfort. And if you’re over 60, this realization can be even more complex. You’ve likely built a life together: a home, memories, maybe even a family. The guilt, the grief, the confusion—it can all feel overwhelming.
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