When did the love between us die?

Was it when you stopped searching for my hand to hold in the darkened corners of the movie theater? 
Was it when we began to converse in silence? 
Or was it when we both started forgetting the dates that mattered? 
Maybe it was when you started hiding your texts from me or was it when I found a stranger's smile attractive? 
Was it when I stopped dressing up for you? Or was it that time when I did and you didn't notice?
Was it when our smiles were forced and our laughter restrained?
Was it that time when you looked at another and it ceased to bother me?
Or was it when we started living separate lives under the same roof? 
Was that when our love died? Was it really that fragile? Or was it ever love to begin with?