I was 19 when I first fell in love. I was 22 when I looked him straight in the eye and felt nothing. I couldn’t conjure up any single emotion. No anger, no hatred, no resentment, no sadness and – most noticeably – no love.
No one really tells you how to prepare for falling out of love. Maybe that’s because it’s such a depressing, glass-is-half-empty thing to talk about. Everybody wants to talk about falling in love because it’s magical and pretty and when you finally experience it, it’s like you’ve been granted membership to some secret society that seemingly everyone else already belongs to.
What they don’t tell you, of course, is staying in that society takes a lot of effort and perseverance – more than any love novice is capable of comprehending. And sometimes, despite your strongest attempts to keep a love afloat, it just doesn’t work…
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