There was a time when Tola and Bamidele couldn’t go a day without talking. Their calls stretched late into the night, filled with laughter, dreams, and whispered prayers.
They spoke love fluently — not just in words, but in attention, small gestures, and that gentle way lovers look at each other as if the whole world is a shared secret.
But life, as it often does, began to rearrange their rhythm.
Work got heavier. Bills multiplied. The children came, beautiful and demanding in equal measure. Their home stayed full, yet somehow, their hearts grew quieter.
They still said “I love you” sometimes, but it was more like a habit than a heartbeat.
Tola noticed the little things — how Bamidele now scrolled through his phone during dinner, how she herself stopped waiting up for him when he worked late. There was no fight, no betrayal, just a slow drift into polite silence.
It happens to many couples.
Love, once loud and bright, starts whispering. The things that used to bring laughter now bring sighs. Conversations turn into reminders — “Did you pay the bill?” “Have you picked up the kids?” “Don’t forget to lock the door.”
That’s how love becomes a language we forget.
Not because it’s dead, but because we stopped speaking it.
One evening, after another wordless dinner, Tola found an old note tucked inside a Bible — a note Bamidele wrote her years ago. “You are my answered prayer,” it said. Her eyes filled with tears. She realized that love doesn’t disappear; it just gets buried under routine and noise.
So she started small. A smile here. A gentle touch there. A meal cooked not out of duty, but desire. And slowly, Bamidele noticed. One night, he joined her in the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and said, “Let’s start again.”
Love, like language, can be relearned — if both hearts are willing.
So to every couple reading this: don’t wait until the silence feels normal. Don’t let affection become a memory. Speak love again, even awkwardly, even softly.
It’s not too late to remember the language that once made your hearts understand each other without words.
Because real love doesn’t fade.
It only waits — patiently — for you to start speaking it again.
