But then, a week passed, a month passed, and then three months, and nothing had changed. Every night, I expected an intimate gesture from him, a passionate embrace, a deep kiss. But all I received were kind words, caresses in my hair, and then he would turn away, excusing himself with busy work and tiredness. He was still considerate, still attentive, still buying me flowers and cooking, but there were absolutely no intimate gestures. Confusion and doubt began to creep into my soul.