Jumper
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Thursday, February 6, 201411:00 PM
"But you cannot take back the memories you shared, and while these sting at first in the way that only fresh wounds can, over time, the pain lessens. Over time, you forget you’re hurting. Over time, you end up feeling a certain shade of numb, as if your love was that hole that you no longer fit. It was there once, you know it was, and so you block off a shrine in your mind to the memories and their face and their voice for as long as you can keep them there. For as long as they’ll stay. And one day, you’ll forget. Slowly. It always happens slowly.
And it does happen, whether or not you meant to, whether or not you want to. To fall out of love is to compartmentalize them, to move them from your heart to your head, to tell them to stay there in your thoughts while you try to reconcile your emotions. To fall out of love is a disconnect, a divide. To fall out of love is to move on.
To fall out of love is as simple and painful and complex and cathartic as “we” turning into “were.”"
Well said.
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