Gemini
O, let my books be then the eloquenceAnd dumb presagers of my speaking breast;Who plead for love, and look for recompense,More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets
The shift happened in the pauses, not in anything either of you announced. You can track it by what gets mentioned and what gets skipped over, the topics that used to pull both of you forward that now sit quietly at the edge of every conversation. There are two versions of this change running at once: the one you would describe if someone asked, and the one that shows up in how long it takes you to return a text or which stories you choose to share. The version that lives in the gaps between words is moving faster than the version either of you is ready to name.