I keep wondering how people know when love is actually over. Not the kind that ends with a big fight or someone walking out, but the kind that just fades in small ways. You stop talking as much. You stop laughing at the same things. You start feeling more alone when you are together than when you are apart. It’s not bad enough to leave, but it doesn’t feel right to stay either.
I used to think love meant holding on no matter what, but now I’m not so sure. Maybe sometimes it just runs its course and nobody wants to admit it. How do you tell the difference between a relationship that needs work and one that has simply reached its quiet end?
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