I had fallen out of love once or twice. There wasn't any spark left between him and I, because I just fell out of love. It wasn't his fault, nor mine. There wasn't an explanation for it, it just happened. Or maybe it was me who had never noticed that I was just simply became emotionless. Unbound to real meaning of what it actually is to be in love, to be committed to someone. But I would just say that it happened because it was merely lust. Only feeling infactuated with no intention to stay in a relationship.
Right now and always has been, I feel that it's okay if people leave me. It's fine if I get heartbroken. Because I
know that I've loved that person once, and that alone makes me feel
okay because I was never expecting anything in return. Because right now, I understand that falling in love means giving, and not taking. Giving everything that you are capable of to that lucky person, and expecting nothing in return. It doesn't have to be your body, it never does, but giving your time and effort to the love of your life.
i.k
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