I love you.
But I’m not in love with you.
I like you.
More than anyone I have before.
To break it down in primitive words.
Is so limiting.
So diminishing.
So not at all what I am feeling.
And have felt for the past decade plus.
You taught me so much.
Showed me so much.
I wouldn’t be where I am today.
If it wasn’t for you.
But here we are.
Right here and right now.
The what we were.
And the who we are now.
It’s unfortunately not the same.
I love you so.
But I’m not in love with you.
Anymore.