In a state of being net netural

Some time ago, I fell out of love.

The best memories in love have always been the little things: the excitement of talking to her each morning, eagerly counting down the days until we met again, the memes we exchanged, the inside jokes we shared, the weird quirks we discovered about each other and the comfort of having someone to confide in. These small yet meaningful moments are what that makes love, love.

Amid the bustle of life, time seemed to fly. The days became weeks, and the semblance of how long it has been gradually lost its significance. In the most unexpected moment, a memory would unexpectedly surface in my mind. I would pause, ponder, and reminisce, just like flipping through an old photograph book and caressing the memories of time. These reminiscences of that exact moment, perfectly frozen in time. These little moments made me feel as if I was in love all over again. A reminder of what happiness felt.

I take a deep breath in, the memories fade, and reality filters back in. I haven’t been as happy since then; but neither am I sad. I am net neutral, and I’m content with that.