He walked into my workplace tonight --
clean shaven, dressed sharp, smile at the ready.
And then it hit me... or rather, didn't hit me.
That ton of bricks I call "love" didn't crash into me.
No surge of affection, none at all.
The smile I gave surely didn't reach my eyes.
I don't love him anymore.
Not like I used to.
We've grown apart and it took me so long to see that.
What's the expression?
"Blinded by love"?
Yes...
That was me, but not any longer.
I'm free of the web he had so tightly spun around my heart.
*I'm free.