It's strange, How easily we fall in and out of love, like one day, we wake up and decide that this is not what we want, anymore ofcourse. How easily we decide that we need a new adventure to go on. How easily those faces start meaning nothing to us. Don't you think it's a little unnatural? Or is it just me? Promises, commitments, vows, they just stop making sense? It almost feels like as if we were wasting our time. As if it was a social contract or something with an expiration date. Funny thing is, we never completely move on. We carry the tiniest piece with ourselves for maybe as long as we are here. Funny thing is, We never actually clear our minds, we just make space by sweeping the old memories under the rug, "as if they mean nothing". And I just can't help but think, it wasn't Love.