Trying to love the impossible. Trying to convince myself that it’s just temporary; that the attitudes, the mood swings and even the disinterest will eventually fade.
The truth is, I don’t see the end near. This will be our routine. Our love just fading, our connection disconnecting and our lives living separate lives.
How did it get like this? Was I not patient enough, was I not supportive enough? Was I not interesting enough?
When did we let it all go?