Sometimes I still think I want him. And then I realize I really don’t. That’s when it ends.
You can feel it when it’s happening. They stop texting you as often. The enthusiasm leaves their voice. They leave you on read. Like sand leaving your grasp, an hourglass turned over.
A relationship. You wanted a relationship. The dreams are vivid at first but as the sand grains flow they turn grayscale and lose detail.
You begin to feel like an acquaintance when before every aspect of their life was known to you. Shared like you belonged.
I think it’s a graceful end.