It is just ***.

Mind blowing, face numbing, intimate, electric, (just) ***.
The initial love bombing has been slowly replaced by 2am 'u awake?' messages. The every-other-day phone calls are replaced by no-contact, unless you're *****.

And I came to realise that for you, it's just ***.

But the way you flirt with the coffee girl, the way you look past me when we're around anyone else, the way you treat me like a one-off fling instead of something special like you did at the start, is starting to hurt.

So I need to keep reminding myself, that it's just ***.

Keep reminding myself not to get attached to this emotionally immature man. This man who 'doesn't do commitment'. This man who flirts with every pretty woman he sees. This man who can't keep his **** in his pants for anyone.

It's just ***.