Prompt: "You Used to Make So Much of Me"

You used to make so much of me. Do you not now? What am I measuring the past against anyway? Is it not enough that you still touch my face with the tips of your fingers? You still draw my bath after a walk in the rain. Did we not fall asleep tangled last night as we have for more than half our lives? What unit of comparison has wedged its way between us, between now and then?