Ink Stained Soul…

Sadly while you were adding little pieces of value to the compartment you placed her in, slowly she was decreasing the amount of feeling she could authentically give you.
You see as she was ‘earning a place over time’ you were losing to her self respect.
You can’t shelf a woman.
It just doesn’t work.
The original version dies off.
Your methods becoming the thing that distorts her view of you. Numbness sets in.
It’s cold kiss of death has begun the process of the loss you can’t see. You may begin to love as she has grieved the death alone.
Silence.
Loud silence that echoed different stories to you both.