Once she heard my answer, she stopped and rubbed my back.

“Why is it so hard for two people who love each other to be together?” I heard the pain in her voice and I thought that the girl must be a close friend of hers. It’s true. Why is it so hard? I think it’s because love wasn’t meant to be easy, and to have it you have to go through these ridiculous trials that are sent to put you off the path.

I told that it had to be, or else we wouldn’t be able to see exactly how important it really is. She gave me a pained and weak smile before wrapping her arms around me and drifting off to sleep.

As much as I wanted to ignore it, her strange behavior continued for the months ahead. For the most part, she stopped talking at night, and just spent the time thinking. There were days when she came home extremely happy, and days were she just seemed downright depressed. Each time I asked her about it, she would just brush it off with another excuse about work being too hard or too difficult.

I tried my best to pry whatever it was that was troubling her but she just wouldn’t budge.

I guess I should’ve tried harder.

There were also days when she came home almost, floaty, like she was on cloud nine. But there were days when she was just downright angry, sometimes I would hear her yell into a pillow in the guest room. I was scared, confused. I didn’t know why she was acting like that. I was even more scared that she refused to tell me, or kept trying to avoid the topic.

I took her out on dates, trying to cheer her up and doing my best to try and find out what was wrong with her. She started cheering up after I took her on the dates. Well, I’m not exactly sure if you could have called it cheering up, it was more like numbing down. It’s not so much that she was happier, but more like she didn’t really get angry anymore, she smiled but it wasn’t the smiles that I knew, she looked me in the eyes, but they weren’t the  eyes I fell in love with.