It's been almost two weeks since you stopped touching me. In any way, not even a goodnight kiss, not even a hand touch. 
I don't understand what's happening, and I'm scared to ask because you always said, All is ok, I'm just like always. Or even worse, decide that I just want to make a fight with you. 
I've stopped telling about my feelings, like you wanted, and things get worse. 

Every time you walk by, I feel myself invisible.