with cath, it wasn’t really a matter of falling out of love. I think we just got too used to keeping things to ourselves. whenever something felt wrong, we’d brush it off, act like it wasn’t a big deal, and move on without actually fixing anything. after a while, all those little things started creating a distance between us. I still wanted things to work, but I was also tired of wondering where I stood in her life. there was no dramatic ending, no final argument that suddenly changed everything. we just reached a point where neither of us knew how to make the other feel understood anymore. and as much as I hated admitting it, letting go felt kinder than continuing a relationship where we were both quietly unhappy.
