Bright eyes turn dull, wide smiles become pursed lips and frowns. The hands which used to send jolts of electricity through me become brushes of strangers in crowded streets.
My heart no longer aches for you, nor do your eyes consume my thoughts - No, not like before.
You point out the elephant in the room, I nod and agree that it's time to go. It was a good few months. Maybe it was too rushed or at the wrong time, maybe it was someone else. But nothing was the same anymore.