I don’t know when it happened,
Or why,
But slowly over time,
I stopped loving you.
Not by choice.
Not by command.
But my heart stopped racing,
And the butterflies died,
And the sparks fizzled out.
I don’t know why it happened.
Why you stopped lighting up my world,
Or why a once comfortable silence suddenly became awkward.
I don’t know when it happened.
But I’m sorry.
I don’t love you.