We weren't not in love. It's just that the subject, as such, never really came up. It kind of loomed over us like a blissfully stupid cloud. The love cloud.
Maybe what was happening was that we were in love with the idea of being in love. But that's still love, right? Instead of loving each other, we loved an idea. An aspiration. A wish. The other person was more or less an afterthought. Somewhat expendable, or at the very least, interchangeable.
"I love that you make me feel like I'm in love.
You, on the other hand, I can take or leave."
Of course, it was just a matter of time before the truth of each other, the hard fact of our unique selfness, our one-of-a-kind personalities, became unavoidable. Saying goodbye in these circumstances is always very awkward. It happens eventually, usually. Other times, there is no closure.
Don't you think this happens often? Love for love's sake. It shouldn't though. But it does, unfortunately.
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