And one day it happened;
Out of nowhere, you stopped loving me.
It wasn’t gradual, or was it?
Now that I think of it;
I know not.
They say you’ll remember
But what they don’t say is;
You don’t remember it the way it was.
You just remember the version you’ve told yourself is true.
And that’s how the stale tales of love happen.
It’s just our versions that fog our memories & create something new.
But again, how did you get there?
How did you stop loving me?
Was it as sudden as I thought it was or was it gradual and only I didn’t know?