Falling Out of Love

I clearly remember the moment I felt out of love. That they fell no different from any other except that there was chill uneasiness.

A stillness within my own system. No eager anticipation for the face I hardly saw anymore.

For the messages that tried so hard to overcompensate for the guilt, that always came a little too easily. And always felt a little too late.

For worlds that had tried so hard to intertwined, that they had become destined to only exist in parallel.

And suddenly I felt, In my chest a slow, calm unfamiliar beating which made me realize ho used to I had got to anxiety, and so sitting there with the cold enveloping me like it was a warm blanket with jasmine that smelt like roses.

With the love song from 90's that suddenly stopped making sense and started being beautiful with the sense of self I had never felt before.

I let myself fall out of Love