Eventually, Your Love for Them Will Die

It may not seem that way now. Be patient.

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Our relationship was such a non-thing that I once told him that if anything ever happened to him, he would be dead and gone and long-buried before I ever found out. No one knew about me.

I expressed my concern to him. We weren’t connected on social media. He made sure of that. I had never met his friends. His family had heard about me once or twice when we first started seeing each other. They wouldn’t know my name. No one would call me and tell me if he were in an accident. He seemed unphased by this.

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I did whatever I could to move on. Some things were good ideas. I started to learn another language and took tango lessons. Some were bad ideas that could play a bass guitar and talk about physics.

Eventually, after months had passed, we talked. I was cautious. I was afraid he’d pull me right back in. After a few texts, something occurred to me. I. Felt. Nothing. Not a damn thing. I was a little taken aback. It was a hard time getting to that place where the love was gone but it felt good.

Flaming pinball, nerd, music lover, wine snob, horrible violin player. No, I won’t stop taking pictures of my drinks. vanessaltorre@gmail.com IG: vanessaltorre

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