I believe there's come a time when we stop loving someone, we just know it by everything that happen around us. How their name doesnt make us nervous again or how we simply dont get so excited about their existence. Who cares if the feeling has its ending? Or it just temporarily stop by? We loved them once. Not for today nor tomorrow.
Did you even remember how you treat them so lovely, you wouldnt trade it for the world? The way you call them by their nickname and pick them up to your favorite local dine, choosing the same menu every month. Did you remember?
They were meant anything to you, you stick on every situation and put up with them through ups and downs. You said that everythings gonna be alright, you love them no matter what, you both against the world, and you promise them an eternal future life. Did you say so?
How they touch your skin and give you a little goosebumps, holding their fragile hands and looking through their beautiful eyes. They even put their head around your chest, hear your nervous heartbeat and in a second you feel like you have to be their safest home. Did you ever feel that, too?
Tragically, it ends. It was no longer there. Your mind has already settling on someone else's life.
We accept the love we think we deserve
And if you finally met another person you deeply falling in love with, did you treat them any less than you did before? Or more than ever?
How does it feel?
To do the exactly same thing to a whole different person?
—Questioning the Question Itself, 2017
