A Dying Star

May we start over now that I forgot how it felt to love you?
I can’t remember how it feels like to long for you like I used to, as I looked at your picture I felt an unfamiliar feeling like I don’t know who I was when I first fell for you. Isn’t it strange? I have no feelings left for you, no agony, no anger, no longing, and the sadness is gone, magically the self-pity as well, but the love is still there waiting to rekindle at some point in life. We have never promised we would meet again; neither do we see ourselves together in the same room in the future, and because we didn’t exchange vows to be in each other lives, once again, the future is unclear between us, I can’t see you in it. The person I once was is no longer there for you, and the person I once fell for is no longer there for me. We become strangers because even if we meet again, we would have to start all over and introduce ourselves to each other. I can’t remember how it feels to be in love with you anymore. If we briefly see each other somewhere, would you remind me of how it felt, or would this love become a dying star?

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