They’d been together a long time. They were sweethearts once. Their conversations were generous and loving.
But over time, they paid less attention to one another. He no longer held the door for her. She no longer noticed when he lost a few pounds. They stopped holding hands.
Maybe they assumed their affection for one another was understood, that close proximity was sufficient, that love would simply last.
But love is a garden. If it’s not tended, it will succumb to the weeds. All flowers need care.