20XX
To realize that you’ve fallen out of love is a both a painful and curious thing.
Sitting next to the man I’ve loved for a long, long time after a lengthy separation brought this around. Looking at him and feeling him was not the same. He did not arouse the same frantic heartbeats and the same sense of rightness.
Who was this stranger?
We were at his house. Our plan was to watch a movie. He placed an arm around my shoulders but I shrugged it off. It felt awkward and weird. It was like an invasion of my space. Our kiss was off. For the first time, I was kissing without passion. It tasted like bitterness and betrayal.
What were we doing?
He was not the man I used to love. I was not the same girl that he dreamed about.
We were total strangers who led separate lives. This was our worst nightmare. We’ve fallen out of love and we refuse to acknowledge it. The love that we’ve promised in front of thousands of stars was broken.
Our star is fading, I thought sadly. And it will never shine again.
When I left him for today, I walked with the realization that we’ll never be the same again. We can’t go back to what we were. Our relationship was a long and dreamless sleep that I’ve woken up from.
As the sunrise breaks twilight so I shall break free from him and our bond. I've become the sun and I can finally shine on my own.
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I've written this a long time ago as a start for a short story but it ended up as a memoir for the end of my first romantic relationship.
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